Page 105 of Angel Of Darkness

Yes.

“You wanted it that night in Mexico, too, didn’t you?”

She’d wanted blood. “Not like I can stop the thirst,” she rasped.

His brows lowered. “No, I don’t guess you can.” He shrugged. “You still smell fresh, not like the decomposing piles of shit vamps usually are.”

Well, great for her.

“Didn’t introduce myself formally before,” he murmured and finally lifted those rip-me-open claws away from her. “Name’s Carlos Guerro.”

“I don’t care who you are!”

“No, you never did. That was part of the problem.” The faint lines around his eyes tightened. “You just wanted to drain me.”

She swallowed. The pain was making her nauseous and the throbs from the blisters wouldn’t stop. “He’ll be back,” she whispered. Keenan hadn’t deserted her. She’d seen the fierce rage in him. He’d gone after the hunters, but he’d be back.

“Good.” His smile flashed once more. “I’m rather counting on that, querida.”

Keenan’s entire focus centered on the hunter, Mike. Keenan’s motorcycle sped up as the bike ate up the road. He drove faster, faster.

As the group roared down the road, two of the men lost control of their bikes. They crashed and their rides slid right off the road.

Mike didn’t slow at the crash. Just revved his engine, and drove faster.

But not fast enough.

Keenan had the bastard’s scent. Fear and fury and fire. Mike wouldn’t get away.

Keenan could still see Nicole’s tears.

His front wheel pushed into Mike’s bike. With a scream of metal, the hunter’s motorcycle flipped and sent that jerk flying through the air.

Mike’s two surviving men kept racing away. Keenan didn’t go after them. He’d get to them later.

The fire of his vision centered only on Mike. On the man who was scrambling across the road, moving like a crab and laughing as blood poured from his nose.

“Bitch is dead!”

Keenan’s fists were at his sides. “She didn’t plan to kill your brother. Another vampire forced her to attack him.” If this Mike was really a vampire hunter, he would know all about mind control and compulsions.

Mike lifted his gun. Aimed and fired. Over and over.

The bullets tore right through his body, but Keenan didn’t so much as flinch.

“What the fuck?”

“She gave you the chance to walk away.” Everything around him was red. The fury nearly blinded him. “Then you came back, and you burned her.” He shook his head. “It’s ending. You’re not hurting her again, you’re not?—”

Mike’s laughter stopped him.

“You left her.” Mike spat blood and what looked like a tooth onto the ground. “You fool. You did just what he said.”

The wind seemed to chill. “Who? Who said?”

More laughter. “Left her. She’ll be dead before you get back.”

No, her attackers had been gone. She’d still been conscious, and he’d stopped the fire. She’d said...I-I’m okay.