Page 103 of The Vampire's Storm

I don’t want to see the repulsive human.

Brooklyn stood at the front of the room near Ari in a pair of black sweatpants and a matching hoodie, with her hair in a ponytail looking sexy as hell.

Only now it infuriated him.

Great. I fucked the worst kind of human there is. A BioZen scientist.

He’d seen the results of the vampires who had spent time in the experimental labs. Hell, even Anna, who Brooklyn worked with most days, was a survivor. Did she feel no remorse?

How could none of them know there was a fucking intelligent being in that lab for over six goddamn months?

So many humans on this planet turned their eye from the truth. Animal abuse. Child abuse. Sex trafficking.

It was all around them, and most people did nothing. This was why he hated the race.

Judge him all you want for being an assassin, but Logan knew he had good morals. He eliminated the evil of society. What he did was a contribution.

Very few could do what they did and still look in the mirror.

Logan?

He polished his pearly whites with a smile.

Fucking humans.

Fucking Brooklyn.

How dare she not tell him where she’d worked?

It never occurred to him that Sage would have reached out to a former colleague from BioZen.

Did she not see what he saw? That they were all complicit.

Logan had been there when Ari and Sage met. How the human, now vampire, had struggled with the knowledge of Callan being held captive.

Without delay, Sage had done the right thing.

Would Brooklyn have done the same thing?

Sure, she was standing in the room right now, offering to go in and help them. But what were her motivations?

A free trip back home? He’d not even asked her where she lived. Perhaps if she’d said Seattle, he’d have pieced it together.

I barely know her.

He didn’t trust her. He never should have kissed her. Or cared.

But you do.

Fucking brain. Logan needed it to shut the fuck up. Goddamn it, if Brooklyn was going on this mission, then he would make sure she returned in one piece.

Because it was the right thing to do.

You want to protect her.

Fuck that—he was doing his job.

He glanced her way again, and she was watching him. Logan held her stare, his expression cold. Then he dragged his eyes back to Ari.

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