Good, the Bad, and the Vampire

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her. She’d said too much. Shit.
    What do you mean, when you got here? He shifted his tall frame so that he was facing her. She could still feel his warmth against her arm. Awareness hummed between them and his voice dropped low . I thought this was my dream, angel. And if it is, then how you could get here before me?
    Trixie shook her head, not really hearing him. Her thoughts were racing, trying to remember every scrap of information the other girls had told her. The dreams were shared by bloodmates, that much she knew. But there was more to it. What was it? Her world was changing at a breakneck pace and she was having a hell of a time keeping up. Think, damn it. But she couldn’t. Staring into those gorgeous blue eyes, one thought rose above the rest.
    Dakota was her bloodmate.
    Sadie, Olivia, and Maya. As the pieces came together, the words fell from Trixie’s lips in a rush . They didn’t just have dreams, okay? They shared dreamscapes that were actually memories—memories of the nights that they were turned. Fear settled in her chest. Slipping out of Dakota’s embrace, Trixie scanned the suddenly ominous wilderness and backed away . What attacked you that night, Dakota?
    What the hell are— Dakota stopped speaking and held up one hand to silence her as well. His jaw set and those steely silver-blue eyes of his narrowed, like an animal picking up the scent of its prey. The sentry was back. Every fiber of the man was coiled tight with anticipation, the tension pulsing off him in thick waves.
    She wanted to ask him what was happening but no words would come. Fear, a long-forgotten feeling, fired through her with brutal and unforgiving force, but the man in front of her was anything but afraid. Fury. Rage. Unbridled hatred simmered beneath the surface, and for the first time since she’d met him, Trixie became acutely aware of exactly how deadly Dakota could be. She’d heard about his razor-sharp focus in battle but this was the first time she was seeing it for herself.
    He remained motionless in the moonlit night, all sharp edges and hard lines. Dakota looked like a rubber band that had been almost stretched to the limit. The air around them stilled and thickened, and it became obvious that she and Dakota were no longer alone.
    If Trixie had any breath in her lungs, she’d be holding it.
    A rock skittered along the ground, shattering the silence and with it, Dakota’s stone-cold posture as he whispered… Run .
    Trixie opened her mouth to respond and ask just where the hell she should run to, when the pungent odor of rotting flowers filled the air. It was far stronger than before but there was no mistake. It was the same unpleasant scent she’d picked up at Chelsea’s house that night. Trixie’s stomach churned and an overwhelming sensation of nausea swamped her. A powerful cramp racked her gut and she doubled over in agony. She fell to her knees. She could hear Dakota shouting her name through the fog of pain, but he sounded impossibly far away.
    An ungodly shriek filled the night. A shadowy, hulking figure swept in, tackling Dakota to the ground.
    The darkness closed in.
    Dakota catapulted out of bed with a shout and landed in a crouching position across the room by the bedroom door. His fingers pressed into soft carpet and he froze in place while regaining his bearings. He was awake and back in his apartment. There was no gargoyle, and Trixie was nowhere to be seen.
    â€œWhat the hell was that about?” Dakota whispered.
    Rising slowly to his feet, he pressed his hands to his bare chest. There was no blood, no gaping wounds from the gargoyle’s razor-sharp claws. Only the long, bumpy, scarred skin left from the original attack rasped under his fingertips. The four slashes of raised flesh were his only physical reminder of that life-altering encounter. Until now, he’d thought the mental scars had long since healed.
    Vampires stopped dreaming after

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