Page 119 of The Vampire's Storm

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

Dex. Who the fuck was Dex? Did Brooklyn not have any girlfriends she could have met for lunch instead? And fuck Ben for bringing up his sexual past.

Logan wriggled his jaw.

Okay, fine, his recent-ish past.

Most vampires slept with both sexes. Humans had quite a different take on it. They put them in boxes with labels and made a big deal about it.

Sex was sex. Whatever body parts someone had.

Whoever your mate ended up being, then so be it.

He’d seen the surprise in her eyes and hated that he couldn’t explain. Why it mattered now, he didn’t know.

Except he did.

He was in love with her and the possibility that Brooklyn was his mate was one he realized he needed to acknowledge.

That she was out in the fucking field with them couldn’t have been worse timing.

Or on a date with her ex.

Every muscle inside him was coiled and ready to fly out into the sunshine. Brooklyn had been gone for about three hours. She was inside the BioZen building, and until they heard from her and learned she was waiting in the restroom, they had no idea if she was safe.

There was no reason to think otherwise.

Except if you were a pining insane mate.

A maybe mate.

Jesus, he was starting to understand the insanity he’d witnessed the other males in his world be struck with when they’d met their mates.

It was fucking embarrassing.

Brooklyn was safe. The plan was solid.

Unless the Russians knew she worked for the vampire royal family. It had been discussed that the individual who’d hidden in the castle and taken Willow might recognize Brooklyn.

A small risk but one they’d identified when planning.

One no one mentioned to the little human, and he knew why. They didn’t want to deter her. Now it was rolling around inside Logan’s mind, causing him heartburn.

He crossed and uncrossed his legs, which were sitting on the coffee table. Marcus had knocked them off twice, telling him it was bad manners.

“I’m an assassin. Not a gentleman.” Logan had shrugged, then put his feet back.

“Warriors can have manners.” He’d countered, kicking them again.

“Please,” he drawled in disbelief. “Tell me which side of the plate the small fork goes?”

Blank stare.

Logan had lifted a brow at the SLC.

Then Marcus spluttered, “Fuck you.”

Ben had chuckled next to him in the armchair. They were all just sitting around waiting.

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