over
his shoulder and make a run for it.
His logical side had known how stupid
that would have been. Her brothers sure
as hell hadn’t planned to hurt her. They
just wanted to protect her. Something he
understood completely.
He still hadn’t heard from her though
and it was making him edgy. He hadn’t
wanted her to find out this way that her
brother had killed his. He’d planned to
tell her eventually, he just hadn’t wanted
to do it too soon. Especially since she’d
thought he was using her or some shit.
Yeah, he’d love to use her body, please
her, pleasure her, but not use her as a
means for revenge.
A chilly wind whistled through the
broken glass door that led to the balcony.
The sun was just starting to peek over the
horizon, creating a glittering rainbow
across the glass-strewn tile.
He should have cleaned up last night
but he’d been too annoyed to stick around.
And too hungry. Normally he could go
weeks without eating but he also didn’t let
other people feed from him. Miami had
feeding places with live, willing donors
open 24/7. His coven had well-paid
donors living on the premises, humans
who usually lived among them for a few
years before moving on with enough
money to last them a lifetime.
He’d have preferred to feed from
Melina, but that was something he’d have
to work her up to. His feedings had
always been impersonal, a need for
survival. But now . . . he wanted to taste
everything Melina had to offer.
At the sound of the front door opening,
he tensed until he scented his brother
Ronan. Striding out of the room, he headed
down the long hallway to find his oldest
brother shutting the door behind him. With
dark hair, dark eyes, and a similar build, it
was obvious they were brothers. Though
Ronan usually wore custom made suits
and shoes expensive enough to fund a
small country’s food supply for a month.
“You look like shit,” Ronan said as he
pulled him into a tight hug. Not all
vampire covens were close, but the Doyle
coven was—especially Kiernan’s
brothers. As the youngest, they thought he
needed checking up on even though he was
two hundred years old.
“Thanks. What are you doing here?”
A shrug as he stepped back, then peered
down the hallway. “What do I smell?”
Before Kiernan could answer his
brother was gone, using his supernatural
speed to cover the distance to the living
room.
“What the fuck happened in here?”
Ronan’s voice dropped a few octaves,
taking on an almost inhuman growl. His
fangs had extended and he had murder in
his eyes.
Kiernan rubbed a hand over his face,
regretting that he hadn’t cleaned some of it
up the night before. “It’s not important.”
His dark eyes narrowed. “Not
important? Have you told Father about
this?”
“No, and you’re not going to either.”
“What the—”
“Drop it,” he snarled. If Ronan called
their father he’d launch a war with the
Rodriguez pack and that was the last thing
Kiernan wanted.
His brother shoved his hands in his
pants pockets and rocked back on his
heels as he assessed the room again. “I
smell a group of shifters, mostly male, but
one female. A very sweet scent.”
Kiernan was silent, not wanting to give
away more than he had to. Not yet. When
his phone buzzed in his pocket he nearly
jumped, hoping it was Melina, then cursed
himself for the reaction. He wasn’t some
randy teenager with his first crush, even if
that’s what he felt like. He didn’t
recognize the number, but it was a Miami
area code so he answered immediately.
“Yeah?”
“Is this Kiernan Doyle?” An unfamiliar
male voice asked.
Disappointment was a sharp blade
through his chest. It wasn’t Melina on the
other end and he didn’t bother to hide his
annoyance. “Who’s this?”
“Uberto Mazzoni, second in command
to Abel Mazzoni.”
Kiernan paused, wondering why a wolf
shifter from the Georgia region would be
calling him. He
his shoulder and make a run for it.
His logical side had known how stupid
that would have been. Her brothers sure
as hell hadn’t planned to hurt her. They
just wanted to protect her. Something he
understood completely.
He still hadn’t heard from her though
and it was making him edgy. He hadn’t
wanted her to find out this way that her
brother had killed his. He’d planned to
tell her eventually, he just hadn’t wanted
to do it too soon. Especially since she’d
thought he was using her or some shit.
Yeah, he’d love to use her body, please
her, pleasure her, but not use her as a
means for revenge.
A chilly wind whistled through the
broken glass door that led to the balcony.
The sun was just starting to peek over the
horizon, creating a glittering rainbow
across the glass-strewn tile.
He should have cleaned up last night
but he’d been too annoyed to stick around.
And too hungry. Normally he could go
weeks without eating but he also didn’t let
other people feed from him. Miami had
feeding places with live, willing donors
open 24/7. His coven had well-paid
donors living on the premises, humans
who usually lived among them for a few
years before moving on with enough
money to last them a lifetime.
He’d have preferred to feed from
Melina, but that was something he’d have
to work her up to. His feedings had
always been impersonal, a need for
survival. But now . . . he wanted to taste
everything Melina had to offer.
At the sound of the front door opening,
he tensed until he scented his brother
Ronan. Striding out of the room, he headed
down the long hallway to find his oldest
brother shutting the door behind him. With
dark hair, dark eyes, and a similar build, it
was obvious they were brothers. Though
Ronan usually wore custom made suits
and shoes expensive enough to fund a
small country’s food supply for a month.
“You look like shit,” Ronan said as he
pulled him into a tight hug. Not all
vampire covens were close, but the Doyle
coven was—especially Kiernan’s
brothers. As the youngest, they thought he
needed checking up on even though he was
two hundred years old.
“Thanks. What are you doing here?”
A shrug as he stepped back, then peered
down the hallway. “What do I smell?”
Before Kiernan could answer his
brother was gone, using his supernatural
speed to cover the distance to the living
room.
“What the fuck happened in here?”
Ronan’s voice dropped a few octaves,
taking on an almost inhuman growl. His
fangs had extended and he had murder in
his eyes.
Kiernan rubbed a hand over his face,
regretting that he hadn’t cleaned some of it
up the night before. “It’s not important.”
His dark eyes narrowed. “Not
important? Have you told Father about
this?”
“No, and you’re not going to either.”
“What the—”
“Drop it,” he snarled. If Ronan called
their father he’d launch a war with the
Rodriguez pack and that was the last thing
Kiernan wanted.
His brother shoved his hands in his
pants pockets and rocked back on his
heels as he assessed the room again. “I
smell a group of shifters, mostly male, but
one female. A very sweet scent.”
Kiernan was silent, not wanting to give
away more than he had to. Not yet. When
his phone buzzed in his pocket he nearly
jumped, hoping it was Melina, then cursed
himself for the reaction. He wasn’t some
randy teenager with his first crush, even if
that’s what he felt like. He didn’t
recognize the number, but it was a Miami
area code so he answered immediately.
“Yeah?”
“Is this Kiernan Doyle?” An unfamiliar
male voice asked.
Disappointment was a sharp blade
through his chest. It wasn’t Melina on the
other end and he didn’t bother to hide his
annoyance. “Who’s this?”
“Uberto Mazzoni, second in command
to Abel Mazzoni.”
Kiernan paused, wondering why a wolf
shifter from the Georgia region would be
calling him. He
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