Page 52 of Angel Of Darkness

She jumped back and was surprised that she actually broke his hold. “I don’t mean anything to Keenan. So if you’re trying to get back at him by taking hits at me, think again.”

“Stop lying.”

The real fury in his voice had her heart slamming into her chest.

“He fell for you. Of course, he’s damn well linked to you.”

He fell?—

“And because of that link…” He sighed. “I’m afraid you’re gonna have to suffer.”

She really didn’t like the sound of that. I’ll pass on that, thanks.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he told her.

That was when the punch hit her—not a punch, an electric shock. Her head whipped to the right, and she saw the cop who’d been approaching—and the bastard had a taser out. The volts were hitting her, hard, jolting her body, and the cop was screaming something.

If she’d been at full strength, the shock wouldn’t have even slowed her down. She would have laughed at him. Yanked out the electrodes and laughed.

But the sun was out. She was weak. And she went down.

The motel room door was ajar. Keenan frowned as unease slipped over him. This wasn’t right. He didn’t knock. He just pushed the door open with his knuckles.

Empty.

Of course, she’d left him again. Figured. Especially after his big reveal. Not like she’d want to stick around with the man who’d been responsible for her undead transformation.

You just stood there and watched.

Story of his existence.

He turned away from the room. The place smelled of her. His gaze swept the street. The sun was up. She shouldn’t have gone out during the day.

Easy prey.

Maybe he should just walk away. The obsession he had with her—no way could that be a good thing.

He stalked back toward the motorcycle with his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his jeans. He’d bought new clothes. Even gotten some for her. Nicole’s were tucked into the saddlebags on the bike.

He kicked up the stand on the motorcycle. Where would she have gone?

I should have stayed with her.

“Lose something?” A voice drawled.

His hands tightened around the handlebars. Slowly, he glanced up and to the left.

A man stood there. He was tall and dressed all in black. His eyes were covered by a pair of sunglasses.

“Maybe it’s not something you’ve lost...” The guy sauntered forward as if he didn’t have a care in the world. “Maybe it’s someone.”

“Sam.”

Sammael flashed a crooked grin. “Good to see you haven’t forgotten your old friends.”

Keenan jumped off the bike. “We were never friends.” No one would be dumb enough to be Sam’s friend. Sam’s friends had a way of ending up in hell.

Sam shrugged. “My mistake. I forgot that you always thought you were better than me. Just like all the others.”

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