Page 33 of The Vampire's Storm

The poor fucking guy.

Honestly, it was hard to look at Callan some days and wonder how the hell he was functioning with that mental and emotional damage.

He wasn’t the only one, but he’d been kept far longer than the others.

Some vampires had died.

The very thought made his fingers itchy to wrap around every neck in that BioZen building.

And snap them.

“Because I trust Sage and I trust Ari, that’s how,” Kurt replied. “He wouldn’t have allowed Brooklyn to step foot in the castle if he didn’t trust her. Nor would the king.”

Yeah, well, they were both a little distracted right now, so Logan decided he would keep an eye on her. The fact she was fucking gorgeous—a fact he was trying to ignore—made the job a little easier.

She wouldn’t breach his boundaries.

AKA his zipper.

He’d never fucked a human, and he wasn’t going to now. It was fun taunting the little mouse, though. He liked seeing her scared. So Brooklyn was now his official distraction while waiting for the war to start.

“I’m on in four hours,” Mack said, standing and stretching. “Damn I need breakfast.”

“I could eat,” Logan said, climbing to his feet and collecting his phone off the table. “You coming, Oli?”

“No, I’m going to hit the training room,” their head assassin replied.

Logan slapped Oli on the shoulder, then followed Mack out of the bar.

“Lunchroom or café?” Mack asked as they headed through the castle.

“Café. They do a great Big Breakfast special, and I’m starving.” Logan rubbed his six-pack.

Technically eight.

But who was counting?

This morning, the castle was quiet, but a few vampires wandered the halls. Two females headed in their direction, blushed, and swayed their hips obviously.

“Ladies.” Mack smiled, and his eyes followed them as they walked past. “Hot damn, look at that tight ass.”

He glanced behind them.

Mack wasn’t wrong. Yet, his cock stayed in the down position. Which it didn’t do when he was near Brooklyn.

Fucking traitor.

Maybe it was a side effect of that damn serum.

Because he never found humans attractive.

Ever.

“You into guys?” Mack asked.

“What? No,” Logan replied, surprised. “Well, I’ve had a bit of everything over the decades. Strictly vamps.”

“Heard you had no females working at The Institute,” Mack continued. “That had to have sucked.”

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