Page 62 of Vampire Lee

The guard unlocked the door to the cage, and Angelo stood on shaky legs. Yeah, he was a tiny thing. Like Devin. And so thin it hurt to look at him. Fuck.

As Angelo took a swaying step forward, the guard caught him. An instant later, Angelo’s fangs were buried in his shoulder. Not the best place to bite, but considering the height difference, and Angelo being blind, it was a good attempt.

The guard cursed and yanked Angelo’s head away with a hold on his hair, but it tore the puncture wounds and blood gushed. Lee had eaten, but his fangs dropped at the scent.

The fighter stomped into the cage, but not until Angelo managed to get another swallow of blood. He took Angelo from the guard, held him at a safe distance, and left the cage. The guard glared at Lee before slamming the door shut.

Lee smiled with his fangs on full display and then stood there grinning until the guard left. Wanker.

How would Angelo survive a beating from a bear?

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Dillon looked around the dark parking lot. “It doesn’t look like much.”

“What did you expect?” Devin was in the passenger seat, a gun cradled in his lap.

“I don’t know, but when they talk about The Rumbling Rogue, I always picture something bigger.”

“It’s a shifter bar. They don’t want to draw attention from humans.”

“There are no humans in there?”

Devin shrugged. “I guess they can’t stop them from coming, but I also think having humans around drunk shifters and vamps is a bad idea.”

Dillon would have to agree, especially if they were meant to keep their existence a secret.

“You can hardly tell it’s a bar from the outside.” Devin looked out the window. “No signs and no windows facing this way. Should be pretty safe for them to let their guard down in there. I’m assuming they have security guards to discourage humans from entering too.”

Devin’s phone rang for the fiftieth time, and he sighed before picking up. “Yes, Mars, I’m still alive.”

Dillon could hear the snarl on the other end, which was pretty impressive since he didn’t have any enhanced hearing. Then there were words he couldn’t make out, and Devin softened before his eyes.

“I promise. I love you too.” Then he hung up and rolled his eyes. “He’s such a mother hen.”

Dillon couldn’t help but smile. Mars was scary as hell.

“Any news?”

“No, Rei’s trackers still show him inside.”

Dillon was about to ask about Faelan, but the words died on his tongue as a dark gray van turned into the parking lot. He pressed himself against the backrest. “I think it’s the one.”

Devin looked between him and the van. “Are you sure?”

“Not a hundred percent, but it’s the same color.”

Devin nodded. “Okay.” His fingers flew over the screen on his phone, sending a text to inform Mars and Murrie. Once done, he looked at Dillon. “And you said the vamp frequented the underground mansion.”

“Group events, not important or rich enough to get a private room. He shouldn’t recognize you. I don’t think. Unless…” No matter how hard he tried, the memories Mars had erased from the time he and Devin had been together wouldn’t come back. “I don’t know if he was there years ago.”

“Even if, he most likely didn’t get me, right?” Devin had turned so pale his skin shone in the dim light streaming in from the streetlights.

Dillon shook his head.

“Was he a regular?”

Grimacing, Dillon tried to remember again. He couldn’t say how often. He recalled him, but had he been there every month, every other month? He didn’t know. Not often enough for him to be able to predict when he’d show up next. “I’m not sure. He came back several times, but I can’t tell how long the time between his visits were.”

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