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his, her breasts snugging up against him. Placing a hand on either side of his face, she drew him down for a kiss. His features softened with an expression of wonderment and joy. When his soft mouth covered hers, she nipped his bottom lip, bringing blood. He jerked back. With a growing smile he licked away his own blood. “Foreplay. I like it.”
She slugged him in the arm, careful not to hit him where his wounds were. Two days ago, she’d have gone for the broken ribs. What the hell was wrong with her?
It had been seeing Caden again, Rage thought as she descended the basement stairs. With her vampire hearing, she could detect movement in Caden’s cell. Peeking through the window, she saw him sitting on the mattress. He was using something small, like a nail or a screw to work at the padlock on his collar. Even toiling on something so small, all the muscles on his bare chest and back flexed and danced under his skin.
The key to the cell door was on a hook by the base of the steps and she went back and retrieved it. Watching Caden through the window, she unlocked the door and opened it.
Caden jumped to his feet. His stance was wide, ready for an attack. His fists tightly balled but remained at his sides. When he realized it was Rage, his hard expression softened, but only fractionally. Mistrust shone in his eyes. His voice was deep and steady, hiding any emotions. “Regina,” he acknowledged her neutrally.
Right. She closed her eyes, feeling her heart sink. He saw her as a vampire. And he was a self-styled executioner of vampires.
She opened her eyes and sighed. Slowly, so he would not think she was attacking him, she raised her hand. She held out the photograph Shade had given her. “I wanted to return this to you.”
It wasn’t trust that flared in Caden’s flame-blue eyes as he regarded the photograph. His hand was careful not to touch hers as he took it from her. As he brought it closer to himself, he glanced down at it and the clenched muscles around his eyes and jaw relaxed. Something in the way he smoothed the photo with his thumb held reverence. Finally, he slipped it into his thigh pocket. Glancing back up at her, he seemed slightly unsure as if he didn’t believe she was the same girl from his photograph. Almost to himself, he mumbled, “Thanks.”
Rage crossed her arms. She wasn’t sure what she’d expected when she came to speak with him, but this cool hostility wasn’t it. The rage did not return, but a sting that staked her heart nearly stole her breath. Coming down here had been a mistake. Fighting the burning in her eyes, Rage turned to leave.
Before she reached the door, Caden spoke softly. “I thought you were dead.”
Rage froze at his words, the ache in her heart hurt more than if he’d just rejected her and left it at that, although she didn’t know why that should be. Over her shoulder she locked eyes with Caden.
“Right,” he muttered, rubbing his hand over his short, cropped hair in the nervous gesture he always used when he’d put his foot in his mouth. “You’re kind of undead.”
Her smile was ironic, not happy. “Not kind of. Completely undead.”
Caden nodded, his eyes flicking down over her body as she stood with her back to him. She’d not had a bad figure when she’d been human, but the nature of the vampire toned all the muscles and eliminated excess body fat. In her tight outfit, Caden was getting the full effect as his gaze smoothed down her back, pausing for a long time at her bottom, and then sliding down her sleek legs. Finally he met her eyes again. He wet his lips with his tongue before he spoke again. “He said he was just going to kill you.”
Not intending for it to appear as preternatural as it probably did, she rotated without bending her knees to face him completely. It was one of the unnatural ways of moving that vampires had when that part of their nature was aroused. Had she been a Kinsman instead of an Offspring, silver would have spilled
She slugged him in the arm, careful not to hit him where his wounds were. Two days ago, she’d have gone for the broken ribs. What the hell was wrong with her?
It had been seeing Caden again, Rage thought as she descended the basement stairs. With her vampire hearing, she could detect movement in Caden’s cell. Peeking through the window, she saw him sitting on the mattress. He was using something small, like a nail or a screw to work at the padlock on his collar. Even toiling on something so small, all the muscles on his bare chest and back flexed and danced under his skin.
The key to the cell door was on a hook by the base of the steps and she went back and retrieved it. Watching Caden through the window, she unlocked the door and opened it.
Caden jumped to his feet. His stance was wide, ready for an attack. His fists tightly balled but remained at his sides. When he realized it was Rage, his hard expression softened, but only fractionally. Mistrust shone in his eyes. His voice was deep and steady, hiding any emotions. “Regina,” he acknowledged her neutrally.
Right. She closed her eyes, feeling her heart sink. He saw her as a vampire. And he was a self-styled executioner of vampires.
She opened her eyes and sighed. Slowly, so he would not think she was attacking him, she raised her hand. She held out the photograph Shade had given her. “I wanted to return this to you.”
It wasn’t trust that flared in Caden’s flame-blue eyes as he regarded the photograph. His hand was careful not to touch hers as he took it from her. As he brought it closer to himself, he glanced down at it and the clenched muscles around his eyes and jaw relaxed. Something in the way he smoothed the photo with his thumb held reverence. Finally, he slipped it into his thigh pocket. Glancing back up at her, he seemed slightly unsure as if he didn’t believe she was the same girl from his photograph. Almost to himself, he mumbled, “Thanks.”
Rage crossed her arms. She wasn’t sure what she’d expected when she came to speak with him, but this cool hostility wasn’t it. The rage did not return, but a sting that staked her heart nearly stole her breath. Coming down here had been a mistake. Fighting the burning in her eyes, Rage turned to leave.
Before she reached the door, Caden spoke softly. “I thought you were dead.”
Rage froze at his words, the ache in her heart hurt more than if he’d just rejected her and left it at that, although she didn’t know why that should be. Over her shoulder she locked eyes with Caden.
“Right,” he muttered, rubbing his hand over his short, cropped hair in the nervous gesture he always used when he’d put his foot in his mouth. “You’re kind of undead.”
Her smile was ironic, not happy. “Not kind of. Completely undead.”
Caden nodded, his eyes flicking down over her body as she stood with her back to him. She’d not had a bad figure when she’d been human, but the nature of the vampire toned all the muscles and eliminated excess body fat. In her tight outfit, Caden was getting the full effect as his gaze smoothed down her back, pausing for a long time at her bottom, and then sliding down her sleek legs. Finally he met her eyes again. He wet his lips with his tongue before he spoke again. “He said he was just going to kill you.”
Not intending for it to appear as preternatural as it probably did, she rotated without bending her knees to face him completely. It was one of the unnatural ways of moving that vampires had when that part of their nature was aroused. Had she been a Kinsman instead of an Offspring, silver would have spilled
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