demanded.
“What part of ‘mind your own business’ do you not understand?” he said curtly.
“All of it. If you’re involved in something dangerous up here—”
“It’s none of your business,” he interrupted her.
“Yes it is. Because it could endanger me.”
“I wouldn’t let that happen.”
“You might not be able to stop it.” Especially if Hal the gangster went all poltergeist on them.
“You underestimate me,” he said.
“Promise me you’ll tell me if you experience something strange,” she said.
“Are you worried about me?”
“Just promise me.”
“Define ‘something strange.’”
“Lights flickering on and off or doors slamming or windows opening.”
“Because it could be a ghost?” he mocked.
“Because this is an old house and it could have electrical issues.”
“Electrical issues wouldn’t make the doors slam or windows open.”
“The house might not be plumb. If there’s a slight angle to the floors then strange things can happen.”
“Have you noticed any particular floor at an angle?”
She looked around. “This one.”
“How can you tell?”
She pulled a marble from the pocket of her jeans and set it down. Sure enough, it rolled away from the door and toward the sleeping bag Ronan had thrown on the floor to distract her in case she came snooping. He definitely didn’t want her looking in the basement and finding that casket. She was sure to wonder where he slept if he hadn’t created some semblance of human normalcy.
Why the hell did she have to be so … everything ? Stubborn, sexy, strong-willed, and smart.
The jeans curved over her butt as she bent down to retrieve her marble. He’d noticed the way she’d checked him out when he’d bent down to pick up a book in her bedroom earlier. He could tell she’d liked what she’d seen. So did he.
And that was a problem.
“I know what you’re thinking,” she said.
He seriously doubted that. Because he was thinking of kissing those lush lips of hers. She really did have a very kissable mouth, curvy and full.
“You’re wondering what I’m doing with a marble in my pocket,” she said.
Wrong.
“It’s kind of a good-luck thing. I’ve had this marble since I was a little kid.” She rolled the glass ball between her fingers.
He wished she’d roll his balls between her fingers. He was instantly hard.
When he stayed silent, she finally said, “Well, I guess I’ll head back downstairs and get something to eat.”
“You do that.” His voice sounded like he’d gargled with gravel.
He slammed the door after her, then opened it again to call after her, “ I did that. Not some damn ghost!”
She turned on the stairs and gave him the finger.
Ronan slammed the door again then started pacing the room. He needed to forget Sierra and focus on his mission. He’d been here two weeks and had yet to even figure out what key Voz wanted, let alone where to find it.
Voz had told him next to nothing when he’d entered into this agreement with him. That alone should have been a red flag. But this was his only chance to save his sister Adele’s soul.
She was an innocent in all this.
Ronan shoved his hand through his hair. He had to focus. But his hatred for Voz momentarily blinded him. How dare he show up here. Ronan already knew that Voz didn’t want him to succeed, but he’d never considered the possibility that the Master Vampire would show up uninvited here in Vamptown.
Was he uninvited? Or had Damon or Nick approved his visit? He couldn’t come out and ask them directly or they’d know Voz had been here, and if they hadn’t approved the visit then they might toss Ronan out. If the Vamptown Council didn’t approve you then you weren’t part of their clan and you were not welcome here.
During his nearly hundred years of indenture to Voz, the Master Vampire had told Ronan that his sister Adele had lived a long life, found love, had had a family, and peacefully died at the age of
“What part of ‘mind your own business’ do you not understand?” he said curtly.
“All of it. If you’re involved in something dangerous up here—”
“It’s none of your business,” he interrupted her.
“Yes it is. Because it could endanger me.”
“I wouldn’t let that happen.”
“You might not be able to stop it.” Especially if Hal the gangster went all poltergeist on them.
“You underestimate me,” he said.
“Promise me you’ll tell me if you experience something strange,” she said.
“Are you worried about me?”
“Just promise me.”
“Define ‘something strange.’”
“Lights flickering on and off or doors slamming or windows opening.”
“Because it could be a ghost?” he mocked.
“Because this is an old house and it could have electrical issues.”
“Electrical issues wouldn’t make the doors slam or windows open.”
“The house might not be plumb. If there’s a slight angle to the floors then strange things can happen.”
“Have you noticed any particular floor at an angle?”
She looked around. “This one.”
“How can you tell?”
She pulled a marble from the pocket of her jeans and set it down. Sure enough, it rolled away from the door and toward the sleeping bag Ronan had thrown on the floor to distract her in case she came snooping. He definitely didn’t want her looking in the basement and finding that casket. She was sure to wonder where he slept if he hadn’t created some semblance of human normalcy.
Why the hell did she have to be so … everything ? Stubborn, sexy, strong-willed, and smart.
The jeans curved over her butt as she bent down to retrieve her marble. He’d noticed the way she’d checked him out when he’d bent down to pick up a book in her bedroom earlier. He could tell she’d liked what she’d seen. So did he.
And that was a problem.
“I know what you’re thinking,” she said.
He seriously doubted that. Because he was thinking of kissing those lush lips of hers. She really did have a very kissable mouth, curvy and full.
“You’re wondering what I’m doing with a marble in my pocket,” she said.
Wrong.
“It’s kind of a good-luck thing. I’ve had this marble since I was a little kid.” She rolled the glass ball between her fingers.
He wished she’d roll his balls between her fingers. He was instantly hard.
When he stayed silent, she finally said, “Well, I guess I’ll head back downstairs and get something to eat.”
“You do that.” His voice sounded like he’d gargled with gravel.
He slammed the door after her, then opened it again to call after her, “ I did that. Not some damn ghost!”
She turned on the stairs and gave him the finger.
Ronan slammed the door again then started pacing the room. He needed to forget Sierra and focus on his mission. He’d been here two weeks and had yet to even figure out what key Voz wanted, let alone where to find it.
Voz had told him next to nothing when he’d entered into this agreement with him. That alone should have been a red flag. But this was his only chance to save his sister Adele’s soul.
She was an innocent in all this.
Ronan shoved his hand through his hair. He had to focus. But his hatred for Voz momentarily blinded him. How dare he show up here. Ronan already knew that Voz didn’t want him to succeed, but he’d never considered the possibility that the Master Vampire would show up uninvited here in Vamptown.
Was he uninvited? Or had Damon or Nick approved his visit? He couldn’t come out and ask them directly or they’d know Voz had been here, and if they hadn’t approved the visit then they might toss Ronan out. If the Vamptown Council didn’t approve you then you weren’t part of their clan and you were not welcome here.
During his nearly hundred years of indenture to Voz, the Master Vampire had told Ronan that his sister Adele had lived a long life, found love, had had a family, and peacefully died at the age of
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