Page 90 of Angel Of Darkness

“Vamps are linked, through the blood, back to the Born Master that started their line.” She’d talk, and he’d listen. Not like Mike had much of a choice. “We’re linked, and the Born Master—he can control us. He can force his thoughts into our minds.”

“No fucking Born killed my brother! It was you!”

Her shoulders sagged. He was right. The Born had been in her head, whispering, ordering, breaking her will, but in the end, she’d been the one to make the kill. Her teeth. His throat.

“Kill me, kill me and get this damn mess over!”

Nicole shook her head. “I’m not killing you.” The voice in her head was long gone. The Born—Grim—was dead, courtesy of a female bounty hunter named Dee Daniels. There were no more whispers in her mind these days. No more hell.

Control. “I’m not a killer.” Not any longer She drank to survive and that was all. Not to kill.

Because if she crossed the line and started killing, she knew that Dee would come after her, too. Dee had warned all those Taken by Grim…If you’re twisted like Grim and you get off on hurting humans, then, yeah, I’ll come after you. It’s what I do.

Nicole wasn’t particularly in the mood to face off against Dee or the Night Watch Bounty Hunting Agency.

“Let him go, Keenan,” she said quietly.

Keenan dropped his hold.

Mike fell forward. His hands slapped against the concrete.

“Don’t cross my path, and I won’t cross yours.” They’d both just keep living. She eased back. Her shoulder brushed Keenan’s. “Let’s get out of here.”

They’d taken five steps when she heard the rustle of sound. Clothing. A scrape of wood.

She spun back around. Mike was on his feet, a stake in his left hand, and he was barreling for her again.

Crossing her path.

Keenan tried to shove her back. No way. She shoved him. Keenan went down. Her arm came up, and she blocked the blow. The stake hovered in the air. Mike strained, trying to shove down and impale her heart.

“I’m not a killer,” she told him as the bloodlust burned and called her a liar. “But if you keep coming at me, I will fight back.”

“Good,” he spat. “Cause I’m not stopping! That was my brother, my flesh, mine! I’m not stopping ’til you are rotting in the ground!”

Unfortunate. She really didn’t want to kill him because she’d promised herself she wouldn’t take another life. But she wasn’t in the mood to die, either. No matter what death angel might be circling her.

“Come at me again,” her last warning to him, “and I’ll drain you dry.”

“Just like you did Jeff?”

Through gritted teeth, she managed, “Yes.” She yanked the stake from him and drove it into his shoulder. He howled as his blood flew into the air.

Keenan drove his fist into Mike’s face. That stopped the yelling and Mike joined his unconscious men on the ground.

Keenan met her stare, his eyes shadowed with fury. “If you leave him alive, he’ll just come after you again.”

“Maybe.” Probably. “But I have to give him the chance.” To walk away. Just walk away.

Yet with blood involved, would the man walk? This wasn’t about pride. It was about family.

Vengeance.

He’ll come after me again.

And she’d have to kill him. But not now. Not tonight. The scent of flowers that thickened the air—the angel that was close—he’d have to wait on her prey.

“Maybe he’ll wake up smarter.” I could have killed you. I gave you a chance.

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