Human needs and emotions were, indeed, a bitch.
“It’s all because you think you can’t touch her, right?”
The question didn’t need answering.
Sam sighed. “I told you. You have to want to kill. When you touch her, you’re just gonna be wanting to screw.”
The always eloquent Sam.
“You don’t believe me? You know we can’t lie!”
Such a crock. Now Keenan did look Sam’s way. “Why bother to lie when the truth can be just as deceiving?” Sure, pretty it up, make the truth look righteous, but in the end, it was just as twisted.
“Fine. You don’t believe me. Then go find some human. Touch away. See if you kill or not.”
Keenan allowed himself a smile. “Actually, that’s exactly what I’m planning to do.” Then he leapt off the balcony. For an instant, he felt the whip of the wind, the roll of wings, then his feet slammed into the ground. His knees barely buckled.
He began to walk slowly down the street. No rush—he knew just where to find his prey.
The wind pushed around him. “You’re bullshitting me, aren’t you?” Sam wanted to know as he stepped to Keenan’s side.
“No.”
“You’re just gonna pick some random mortal?—”
“Not random.” Not random at all, but then, he’d long ago learned that nothing in this world was random. There was always a plan in place.
Sam whistled and kept perfect pace with him. “Going for some revenge, are you?”
He slanted a hard look Sam’s way. “Worried?”
The faint lines around Sam’s eyes tightened. “Sometimes when folks get a touch of power, it’s a little too much for them to handle. Too much temptation.”
“I’ve had that.” Far too much. He rounded the corner, caught Nicole’s scent, and stumbled, just for a moment.
But then he strode faster. The streets were crowded here. Thick with humans already drunk and with Other hiding in plain sight. And his prey.
Pete. Tattooed, redheaded, and still alive. For now.
“Get lost, Sam,” Keenan told his unwanted shadow.
But the other Fallen just grabbed his arm. “No.”
So now the Fallen had a conscience?
“The guy told you everything he knew.” A line appeared between Sam’s brows. “Why go after him again?”
“Because if I don’t stop him, he’ll be coming after me.”
“What?”
Keenan brushed him aside. “I’m not the only one who wants vengeance.” Sometimes, it was easy to understand the motives of men. Perhaps he was finally getting a handle on these emotions after all.
But then Sam shifted his stance and Keenan saw the prey that he was actually seeking. Pete was simply a means to an end. A wannabe without the hard-core spirit.
Buzz-cut Bo was the real threat—and the man was currently heading for the voodoo shop on the right corner. Doubtful that the bastard was going inside just for protection. More likely, he was heading in there to get some magic that he thought might work on a vamp.
Vengeance.