Page 56 of Angel Of Darkness

“Really? Too bad. I can’t wait to hurt you.”

Crap. “The cop who tased me—he knows I’m in here.” He had to know. “He could come and check at any moment!”

“No one’s checking on you. No one gives a damn if you live or die. As far as they’re concerned, you’re a cop killer.”

Connelly was just steps away. Kill or be killed.

Nicole lunged forward. Connelly didn’t have time to shoot. Nicole caught her wrist, twisted it, and heard the snap of bones. When the cop cried out, Nicole plowed back with her elbow and drove it right into the cop’s nose. Cartilage crunched, and blood spurted as the woman went down.

Nicole kicked the gun out of the way. Her breath heaved out as she stared at the unconscious woman. “Lucky for you, I’m not a cop killer.” Though that blood was tempting. Good thing Connor had taught her a few tricks out of the bedroom. Maybe she did owe that SOB a bit after all. Her jaw tightened as she studied at the cop. “And lucky for me...” Nicole knelt next to the other woman. “I think we’re about the same size.”

That meant the uniform might be a perfect fit.

So for the big question…how did a vamp go about exiting a police station? Well, if she was really lucky, she just walked right past the cops, her head down, and her body covered in a cop’s uniform.

“I’m afraid you’ll have to get cozy in here for a while,” Nicole told the unconscious woman as she assessed her once more. Right size. Right hair color.

She yanked off the cop’s shoes. Too small, but they’d have to do.

Two minutes later, “Officer Jennifer Connelly” walked out of the holding area. Her steps were sure, her head was down, and her heart thundered in her chest.

Behind her, the prisoner sat hunched near the back wall of the cell. Her dark hair covered her face.

As she marched down the long corridor out of holding, Nicole felt the sweat slide down her back. She tossed her hand up to a few cops when she passed the bullpen, deliberately waving in such a way that her hand blocked her face.

Then she could see the exit door just steps away. The place was packed with people up front, and it was easy to blend with the crowd. Easy to slip past and walk right out.

She kept her pace nice and easy when she headed down the stone steps outside of the station. Nicole wanted to break and run, yet she couldn’t take the chance of eyes being on her. At the same time, she couldn’t move too slowly. If someone found Jennifer Connelly in her cell, the alarm would sound.

A motorcycle’s engine roared, and she glanced up. Her breath shuddered out when she saw Keenan pulling up to the curb. Escape. Nicole pivoted on her heel and headed toward him.

His head whipped to the right, and his eyes locked on her. Immediately. Kinda creepy the way he could zero in on her.

“Nicole?”

She shook her head. Then jumped on the back of the motorcycle.

“I was coming to save you,” he told her, his voice a bit hesitant.

She laughed, had to, as she wrapped her arms around him. “This time, I saved myself.” Barely. “Now haul ass, angel, before the cops realize I’m not back in that cell.” The sun beat down on her, and she just wanted to slump over and sleep.

Soon.

He revved the engine. “Yes, ma’am.”

Then he hauled ass and got her the hell away from that station—and the cops who wanted her dead. She figured getting her to safety was the least the angel owed her then.

It looked like she couldn’t count on the good guys for help anymore.

I was coming to save you.

Sweet.

What would he do when he realized that she was too far gone, that she’d never be saved? Officer Connelly had been right. Nicole had killed. More than once. She’d liked the wild rush of power that came from taking so much blood.

They were right to try and put her down. Unfortunately for them, she wasn’t in the mood to die.

Nicole closed her eyes and held on to her angel. And they rode away as if hell really was chasing at their heels.

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