Page 66 of Vampire Lee

Jala turned around at the sound, and Dillon was unable to breathe.

“Fuck.” Devin clutched the gun, but Hanna and Faelan were already moving. Fast. When Jala dropped the crate, the noise of the crashed bottles reached inside the car. Claws swiped through the air, and Dillon winced. She started to shift, but Hanna kicked her legs out from under her, and Faelan pushed her against the ground.

Headlights swept over them, and Dillon cursed out loud. Fuck, another car. What should they do? He leaned over Devin and fumbled to reach under his seat. His fingers curled around what had to be a knife. Not what he wanted, but better than nothing.

The car stopped abruptly, and both the driver and the passenger door opened. Then two forms moved toward the fight at such rapid speed Dillon could only see the blurred shadows of them.

“It’s Mars.”

Dillon glanced at Devin. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, it’s his car. No one is allowed to drive his car other than him.” He rolled his eyes.

The next time Dillon looked toward the fight, they were hauling Jala toward the car—Mars’s car. “Is she arrested?”

“I assume so or taken in for questioning at least.”

Devin hadn’t finished the sentence before the door Jala had been heading toward opened and three men rushed out.

Damn. “Is there another gun under your seat?”

Devin bent forward and rummaged around. He came up with a weird-looking rifle. The pipe was short, but it looked like a rifle.

“I think it has darts.”

“Darts?”

Devin shrugged.

* * * *

Lee was shown to an office of sort. It had tin walls and there were no shelves or anything, but there were a couple of chairs and a desk.

On one of the chairs was Rei. A little roughed up, and his hands were zip-tied to the armrests. Lee’s eyes lingered on them. Couldn’t he break zip ties? There were several around each wrist, but still. Rei was a jaguar.

“Look who’s here.” Maybe-Aaron was sitting by the desk, grinning like a madman.

“Aaron.” Lee dipped his head in greeting. “What’s going on?”

“We brought your boyfriend, so he can take your place.”

Lee grinned. He didn’t know why, some manic gene choosing this moment to manifest most likely. “Oh, no need. I was settling in fine.”

Maybe-Aaron looked confused for a moment, but Rei huffed a laugh.

Lee walked closer to Rei, placing a hand on his wrist on top of the zip ties. Four. But still, were four zip ties enough to hold a jaguar? Maybe it was. He assumed Maybe-Aaron had experience with these things. Lee could’ve gotten out of four zip ties, it wouldn’t be pleasant, but he could snap them.

Was a jaguar’s front leg thinner than a human arm? Probably not. Jaguars were fucking massive.

“I can keep you both, of course. I only offered you up as a bargain, since I have enough vampires already.”

“That’s kind of you, but—”

Rei sucked in a breath and leaned closer to him. “Who have you been with?” His hands curled into fists and sharp teeth peeked out from under his upper lip. He leaned closer still, and Lee met him, allowing him to scent him. It was most likely Dillon’s blood he was picking up on.

“Whose scent is on you?” This time his voice was growly.

Maybe-Aaron chuckled. “Oh, do we have a jealous boyfriend? I didn’t think you were mated.”

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