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she’d also seen how quickly he could move, so that was little comfort.
“Yes, they are,” he agreed. “Right outside the suite.” Not right outside the door.
Damn, one bluff called, she thought. How many more could she think up? How many would she need in order to delay whatever this vampire’s purpose was long enough for Calum or one of his pack to find her?
Be brave, Angie , she told herself. Davenport had seemed to admire her for the way she’d faced her fear of the wolves back at the loft, for how calm and cool and strong she had seemed to remain faced with such danger. She couldn’t let him see weakness now if her strength was the reason he hadn’t done away with her already.
“Neither Calum nor Kenzie are here,” Angie said, “and I’m just a human who offers you no leverage. So what are you doing here?”
Thomas smiled, still handsome, lips still sinfully sexy. “Just a human,” he repeated. “If you keep insisting that you’re not Calum Ferguson’s mate, I’m going to take your word for it and make you mine.”
“Make me what?!” Angie drew back with shock, wondering if it would do her any good at all to lock herself in the bathroom. She knew it wouldn’t. The woman had to come up with a better plan than that.
Standing firm when she felt like running, Angie said, “Whether I’m Calum’s mate or not, I’m under his protection in his suite. How cooperative do you think he and the Highlands pack are going to be if you….”
If he what? Fucked her? Fed on her? Did vampires have anything like mating? Or did they simply seduce their food before they killed it?
“How cooperative will they be if I decide to indulge this compelling hunger for you that I can’t seem get out of my mind? Hunger like I haven’t felt in a century? You should consider that you might be worth the sacrifice, Angharod.”
Angie nearly choked on her breath. “How did you find out my name?”
Before Thomas Davenport could answer Angie’s question, the henchmen he’d called Simon, the one who had obviously wanted to kill her, stepped through the balcony curtain. “Money, sex, or pain buy any information a man could want in the city,” Simon told her with a sneer.
Davenport’s brow knit at the site of the second vampire, making Angie realize that Simon wasn’t supposed to be there. And this could not possibly be good.
Chapter Ten
N ow that he had Angie and Kenzie safe back at the hotel under guard, Calum had the chance to check with his pack brothers on what they and the scouts had uncovered on the whereabouts of Joel Ballard. Ramos had confirmed that the rogue wolf was not among the dead at the loft.
A call from one of the scouts said they had a solid lead at an off-Strip club called Steamworks, in an old industrial section of Las Vegas. Calum called for Ewan and Hew to meet him, but the alpha arrived first and forged into the thrumming dance music and pulsing lights of the old factory turned nightclub.
Only a small portion of the property had been remodeled. The rest remained a stylishly derelict industrial ruin. Falling down walls clinging to concrete stairways. Moonlight sifting through gaping ceilings. Piles of brickwork, rusty tools, metal scrap. Solvents and industrial chemicals still saturated the fringes of the property, throwing off Calum’s sense of smell. He had to think this was the perfect place for illicit behavior and rogue shifters.
It was in a far corner of the dilapidated brick maze of buildings that Calum found a stranger standing over the body of his scout holding a cell phone that had just been used to call the alpha.
That quickly, Calum shifted to his wolf’s half-form. Muscles swelled and bulged. Bones and ligaments lengthened. Seven feet tall, black in the moonlight, Calum’s beast stalked the stranger around the body of his scout as they circled. Readying to pounce.
The man who fit the description of Joel Ballard—scraggly shoulder-length hair, an unkept goatee, baggy
“Yes, they are,” he agreed. “Right outside the suite.” Not right outside the door.
Damn, one bluff called, she thought. How many more could she think up? How many would she need in order to delay whatever this vampire’s purpose was long enough for Calum or one of his pack to find her?
Be brave, Angie , she told herself. Davenport had seemed to admire her for the way she’d faced her fear of the wolves back at the loft, for how calm and cool and strong she had seemed to remain faced with such danger. She couldn’t let him see weakness now if her strength was the reason he hadn’t done away with her already.
“Neither Calum nor Kenzie are here,” Angie said, “and I’m just a human who offers you no leverage. So what are you doing here?”
Thomas smiled, still handsome, lips still sinfully sexy. “Just a human,” he repeated. “If you keep insisting that you’re not Calum Ferguson’s mate, I’m going to take your word for it and make you mine.”
“Make me what?!” Angie drew back with shock, wondering if it would do her any good at all to lock herself in the bathroom. She knew it wouldn’t. The woman had to come up with a better plan than that.
Standing firm when she felt like running, Angie said, “Whether I’m Calum’s mate or not, I’m under his protection in his suite. How cooperative do you think he and the Highlands pack are going to be if you….”
If he what? Fucked her? Fed on her? Did vampires have anything like mating? Or did they simply seduce their food before they killed it?
“How cooperative will they be if I decide to indulge this compelling hunger for you that I can’t seem get out of my mind? Hunger like I haven’t felt in a century? You should consider that you might be worth the sacrifice, Angharod.”
Angie nearly choked on her breath. “How did you find out my name?”
Before Thomas Davenport could answer Angie’s question, the henchmen he’d called Simon, the one who had obviously wanted to kill her, stepped through the balcony curtain. “Money, sex, or pain buy any information a man could want in the city,” Simon told her with a sneer.
Davenport’s brow knit at the site of the second vampire, making Angie realize that Simon wasn’t supposed to be there. And this could not possibly be good.
Chapter Ten
N ow that he had Angie and Kenzie safe back at the hotel under guard, Calum had the chance to check with his pack brothers on what they and the scouts had uncovered on the whereabouts of Joel Ballard. Ramos had confirmed that the rogue wolf was not among the dead at the loft.
A call from one of the scouts said they had a solid lead at an off-Strip club called Steamworks, in an old industrial section of Las Vegas. Calum called for Ewan and Hew to meet him, but the alpha arrived first and forged into the thrumming dance music and pulsing lights of the old factory turned nightclub.
Only a small portion of the property had been remodeled. The rest remained a stylishly derelict industrial ruin. Falling down walls clinging to concrete stairways. Moonlight sifting through gaping ceilings. Piles of brickwork, rusty tools, metal scrap. Solvents and industrial chemicals still saturated the fringes of the property, throwing off Calum’s sense of smell. He had to think this was the perfect place for illicit behavior and rogue shifters.
It was in a far corner of the dilapidated brick maze of buildings that Calum found a stranger standing over the body of his scout holding a cell phone that had just been used to call the alpha.
That quickly, Calum shifted to his wolf’s half-form. Muscles swelled and bulged. Bones and ligaments lengthened. Seven feet tall, black in the moonlight, Calum’s beast stalked the stranger around the body of his scout as they circled. Readying to pounce.
The man who fit the description of Joel Ballard—scraggly shoulder-length hair, an unkept goatee, baggy
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