an “oof” from much too far away . Privacy be damned, Bishop shouldered her door open, taking in the deserted room and going immediately to the open window. Damn it… if Mason heard about this he’d never hear the end of it.
Dropping to the street below, he watched as she loped off like a gazelle, her newly energized limbs propelling her faster than she had any right to move. She would have been a blur to human eyes, but Bishop tracked her easily, a little stunned at her speed and grace. Most newborns didn’t master such speed for quite some time. He’d spoken too soon, Anja clearly hadn’t learned control as she took a corner too broadly, careening into the side of a building hard enough to send a cloud of dust up at the crumbling mortar.
“That’s go t to hurt,” Bishop winced in sympathy before he took off after her, anticipating an easy chase.
He was wrong.
There was nothing easy about the chase she led him on. The girl obviously knew the city well and used it to her advantage. Despite his superior strength and speed, Bishop had a hard time keeping her in his sights. If he hadn’t known any better, he would have guessed her to be a much older vampire , certainly not a noob on her first run. But it wasn’t his first rodeo either. Knowing how to anticipate his quarry’s moves was a skill he’d learned well, and after following her for a while, he figured out how best to trap her.
Cutting sharply to the left, he abandoned the ch ase, d iverting to the path he predicted she would take. Sure enough, a few seconds later, Anja turned into the alley and Bishop pounced, his momentum sending them both crashing to the ground. Anja struggled, arms and legs flailing until he pinned her with his body to keep her still. Even with his hands firmly securing her wrists, she continued to resist , her eyes scrunched tightly shut. She even managed to break one arm free , until Bishop slammed it back down against the pavement a little harder than he’d intended , and her expressive, blue eyes opened, a soft cry of pain issuing from the back of her throat.
All at once they both stilled, her body struggling to catch breath it didn’t need , out of habit. “I’m sorry,” she whimpered, and he felt like the worst bully for causing her pain.
“No, I’m sorry . I didn’t mean to hurt you.” His eyes swept over her face, relieved when the sting of pain faded from her features, the damage fleeting. The fact that it bothered him in the first place was far more troublesome.
Anja blinked, eyes shiny with unshed tears. “Please… let me go. Nobody has to know about me, do they?”
“That’s not the point. This isn’t a minor infraction, you and your Sire need to face the consequences of your actions.”
“But that’s just it, I didn’t do anything! I didn’t choose this life, or afterlife, or whatever you want to call it. If you want to punish someone, punish the guy who did this to me.”
“I will, I just have to find him.”
“So let’s find him then, I’ll help you,” she nodded earnestly, as if he needed it.
“I don’t need your help.”
“Then how will you do it?”
Her lack of faith was irritating, but Bishop reminded himself that she didn’t know much about him or t he Order. “I’ll start with where you were found, the police should be done with their investigation by now . I t’s time to bring my team in.”
“You know where I was found?” she blinked.
“Give me some credit . I’ve been doing this for a long time.”
“How long?”
“Long enough to recognize when someone is stalling me. Anja, I have to take you in.” It surprised the hell out of him to find he wished it could be otherwise. Conscious of the fact that she felt soft beneath him and it had been far too long since he’d had a woman as appealing in his arms, he shifted uncomfortably. That just made it worse. Still, he made no move to get up yet,
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