matter. “How exactly are you planning to get in? We can’t break down the front door.”
Emily grinned. “You.”
“Me? I don’t follow.”
“Yeah, you go to the front door. They’ll accept you way faster than they’ll ever let me in.”
“Hon, that’s really ballsy.”
“Do you have a better idea?”
“No, but—”
“Then that’s what we’re doing. I go balls to the wall. If you’re with me, then that’s the plan.”
“No guns.”
“Huh?”
“Don’t bring weapons. Good faith show. No armaments.”
“Uh-let me think…no. I’ll leave my guns in the Jeep, but I’m bringing my butterfly knife.”
“Honey, I’m just as deadly as any of them. Until the sun rises, I’ve got vampire power and can kick ass. Plus, I’ve got something even stronger to live for.”
“What’s that?”
“You.”
****
Emily gritted her teeth. No guns. At least he was letting her bring her knife.
Good Lord.
She needed something to protect herself. Yeah, he was dangerous, but they were outnumbered. She climbed out of the Jeep and followed him. At least her guns were in the vehicle in case they needed to flee. She wondered if her little Jeep could outrun a vampire horde?
Hagan marched right up to the front door. He pressed the bell. Bright lights flooded the space around them. Emily blinked and shielded her eyes with her hand. The overwhelming illumination reminded her of bright daylight. Any cover they’d managed was blown.
The door opened a crack. “Hello.” Emily couldn’t see the person on the other side of the barrier.
“Hi,” Hagan began. “My name is Hagan. I’m a vampire and trying to keep from getting killed. I set out for here a while back with my friend Ava. Is she here? Did she make it?”
“Who is the young lady with you?” The person sounded male.
“I’m Emily Cross.” She stuck out her hand. “I’m a Hunter.”
“Leave.” The door slammed shut.
Oh hell no. Emily snorted. I did not come here to have the door thrown in my face.
Hagan whipped around and glared at her. His eyes blazed. You need to slow down. Have some finesse with them. I need them to trust you and they won’t if you go off half-cocked. His fangs elongated. You have to trust me.
Shit. She’d screwed up. Sorry wouldn’t be enough. Tears burned behind her eyes. She wasn’t much of a crier, but she hated screwing up. Hated.
The door creaked open once again. This time, a man stood in the doorway. “I’m Kynan Laing. Either you’ve come here for revenge or to be killed,” he said softly. “Which is it?”
“Mr. Laing, my name is Hagan Dean. My friend, Emily, and I are here to join your group. I started out on my way here with my girlfriend at-the-time, Ava. We were separated. Have you seen her?”
“Ava Grant?”
“Yes. Do you know her?”
“Hagan?” A brunette woman pushed past Kynan. “Oh my Goddess. You’re not dead.” She threw her arms around him. “I never thought I’d see you again.”
He hugged her back and closed his eyes. “I missed you, too, silly girl.”
Emily fought back wave after wave of jealousy. He’d said Ava wasn’t his future, but she knew this moment would come. He’d see his old flame and all the feelings would come back. She trusted the good thing she had with Hagan, but still she couldn’t keep the green-eyed monster at bay.
“Let’s move inside. It’s not safe out here.” Kynan opened the door wider and ushered them all into the foyer of the house.
“Who is this?” Ava disengaged from him. “I’m Ava.”
“Emily.” Should she shake hands?
Ava smiled again. “I’m glad you’re here.”
“I’m sure,” Emily replied. Jealousy and panic crept into her mind. God, she hated feeling so off-kilter.
“I need to be sure you’re not a threat.” Kynan rested his hands on his hips. “Both of you.”
“No, they’re fine.” Ava linked arms with Hagan. “I know in my heart everything will be fine.”
Kynan nodded. He stepped back, allowing
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