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past her lips.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, but he was already gone.
If only she could tell him the truth, but the truth would get her killed. And she wasn’t ready to die.
8
Quinn inhaled the cool night air and fought to regain his composure. To no avail. His entire world had just been turned upside down. And by the looks of it, it wouldn’t be fixed any time soon.
As he brought distance between himself and Rose, stalking through the night, more and more questions bombarded his mind. But no matter how long he pondered them, only one really mattered: why hadn’t she come to him after she had become a vampire?
They could have lived a happy life together, a life full of love, companionship, and laughter. Instead, for almost two hundred years, he’d been lonely, his heart remaining cold despite the many women who had warmed his bed.
He felt betrayed by the only person who had ever mattered to him.
Rose had never looked lovelier or smelled more enticing. Even now, her scent still clung to his nostrils, eliciting a bodily reaction he had barely been able to suppress when he’d been in her presence. He hadn’t allowed himself to give into it, not wanting to give her the satisfaction that he still desired her even knowing that she had been hiding from him all these years.
But now that nobody would be witness to his weakness, he let the feelings she’d conjured up wash over him. The result was instantaneous: blood shot into his loins, making him harder than the metal pole that had saved his life tonight.
“I wasn’t finished.”
The voice jolted him, made him whirl around in a split second. Rose marched toward him with a determined gait, her long hair blowing backwards in the light breeze.
“I was.”
It was a lie, and he knew it. There were so many questions he wanted to ask her, but he knew himself well enough to realize that he was in shock. Therefore a continuation of their heated discussion should be postponed at all cost—until he had himself under control again, until he could treat her with coldness and indifference.
But clearly, Rose knew him too. And she was obviously bent on exploiting his weakness. Damn her for that!
“I still need your help. Blake is in danger. If you don’t protect him, he’ll perish. He’s your flesh and blood, the only one who’s left. Is that—?”
“What kind of danger?” Quinn interrupted, wanting to keep the focus on business rather than delve into the emotional baggage he and Rose shared.
A slight relaxation in her stance confirmed that she had been unsure whether he would respond. However, her face remained as impassive as before. Did she have any feelings left? Or had whatever had happened to her, purged them from her heart? Was his Rose still in there somewhere?
“There’s a vampire. His name is Keegan. He’s powerful, and wherever he is, his henchmen aren’t far behind. He wants Blake harmed.”
Quinn narrowed his eyes. “Why?”
She pulled in a breath. “Because he wants to hurt me.”
“What did you do to him?”
“Nothing!”
He crossed the distance that separated them with two steps, bringing him flush to her. The heat from her body was pure torture as was the intensifying scent.
“Bullshit! He must have a reason, so spit it out, Rose. What did you do?” And he wouldn’t take any crap for an answer.
Her eyes shifted to the side. “I left him.”
Her answer came as a surprise. It instantly sent bolts of rage through him. How many men had there been? How many men had touched her after him? Had run their dirty hands over her perfect body? Had been inside her?
Disgust spread in his gut, mingled with the rage that boiled there, and mixed with the hatred that had started building. For seconds he couldn’t speak, his fangs itching so badly, he couldn’t prevent them from descending. He saw the red flicker of his eyes reflect in hers, and realized that he was quickly losing control.
“He’s evil. I didn’t see it at
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, but he was already gone.
If only she could tell him the truth, but the truth would get her killed. And she wasn’t ready to die.
8
Quinn inhaled the cool night air and fought to regain his composure. To no avail. His entire world had just been turned upside down. And by the looks of it, it wouldn’t be fixed any time soon.
As he brought distance between himself and Rose, stalking through the night, more and more questions bombarded his mind. But no matter how long he pondered them, only one really mattered: why hadn’t she come to him after she had become a vampire?
They could have lived a happy life together, a life full of love, companionship, and laughter. Instead, for almost two hundred years, he’d been lonely, his heart remaining cold despite the many women who had warmed his bed.
He felt betrayed by the only person who had ever mattered to him.
Rose had never looked lovelier or smelled more enticing. Even now, her scent still clung to his nostrils, eliciting a bodily reaction he had barely been able to suppress when he’d been in her presence. He hadn’t allowed himself to give into it, not wanting to give her the satisfaction that he still desired her even knowing that she had been hiding from him all these years.
But now that nobody would be witness to his weakness, he let the feelings she’d conjured up wash over him. The result was instantaneous: blood shot into his loins, making him harder than the metal pole that had saved his life tonight.
“I wasn’t finished.”
The voice jolted him, made him whirl around in a split second. Rose marched toward him with a determined gait, her long hair blowing backwards in the light breeze.
“I was.”
It was a lie, and he knew it. There were so many questions he wanted to ask her, but he knew himself well enough to realize that he was in shock. Therefore a continuation of their heated discussion should be postponed at all cost—until he had himself under control again, until he could treat her with coldness and indifference.
But clearly, Rose knew him too. And she was obviously bent on exploiting his weakness. Damn her for that!
“I still need your help. Blake is in danger. If you don’t protect him, he’ll perish. He’s your flesh and blood, the only one who’s left. Is that—?”
“What kind of danger?” Quinn interrupted, wanting to keep the focus on business rather than delve into the emotional baggage he and Rose shared.
A slight relaxation in her stance confirmed that she had been unsure whether he would respond. However, her face remained as impassive as before. Did she have any feelings left? Or had whatever had happened to her, purged them from her heart? Was his Rose still in there somewhere?
“There’s a vampire. His name is Keegan. He’s powerful, and wherever he is, his henchmen aren’t far behind. He wants Blake harmed.”
Quinn narrowed his eyes. “Why?”
She pulled in a breath. “Because he wants to hurt me.”
“What did you do to him?”
“Nothing!”
He crossed the distance that separated them with two steps, bringing him flush to her. The heat from her body was pure torture as was the intensifying scent.
“Bullshit! He must have a reason, so spit it out, Rose. What did you do?” And he wouldn’t take any crap for an answer.
Her eyes shifted to the side. “I left him.”
Her answer came as a surprise. It instantly sent bolts of rage through him. How many men had there been? How many men had touched her after him? Had run their dirty hands over her perfect body? Had been inside her?
Disgust spread in his gut, mingled with the rage that boiled there, and mixed with the hatred that had started building. For seconds he couldn’t speak, his fangs itching so badly, he couldn’t prevent them from descending. He saw the red flicker of his eyes reflect in hers, and realized that he was quickly losing control.
“He’s evil. I didn’t see it at
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