Page 106 of The Vampire's Storm

She was going to.

Only then, with the confession made, could it finally be over.

“Why aren’t you staying with us?” Her mom had asked when she told them she was coming to visit.

“I’ve booked a hotel. Work is paying for it. I’ll see you in a couple of days.” She’d quickly answered, not wanting to be drilled about the details any further.

“Make sure you catch up with Belinda. I know she misses you.”

Brooklyn missed her, too.

She’d known her life was going to change working with vampires—god, even thinking it sounded crazy still—but what she hadn’t expected was to fall for one of them and not be able to talk to her BFF about him.

Right now, she would love to talk to Belinda and tell her what a dick Logan was being. How she had slept with him and felt something. Something more. But that he was a different race and perhaps the hormonal reaction had been more intense because of that.

With both their medical minds, they could break it down and stop her from feeling so crazy.

And more importantly, her friend could tell her she needed to have no expectations of him. That there was nothing further with a vampire.

To find a man without fangs.

Great advice really.

Sage knew. She’d seen her with Logan but hadn’t said anything when they were going over the layout of the BioZen floors.

Her eyes drifted to the huge male sitting in front of her. Logan had his legs wide, weapons strapped to him under his open Moretti jacket, and a black cap on.

He looked lethal.

And gorgeous.

The unshaven look he often rocked did something to her girly bits, even when she was mad with him. The breadth of his chest, and the confidence that shimmered from him, made every nerve ending in her body want him.

Yet his eyes remained everywhere but on her.

How was it, despite the other three vampires in the helicopter, that his presence was a million times stronger? Like there was a thread connecting the two of them and a vibration of sorts which seemed to be communicating emotions they weren’t speaking.

As his head hung and Logan stared at his black warrior boots, she could feel him wanting her...and rejecting her.

The heaviness hung in her chest, and she let out a long breath. There was no way he could hear her over the noise of the chopper blades, yet he lifted his face and their eyes locked.

His barriers were down. Concern, care, and desire whirled inside his steel eyes for just a moment before he blinked them away. All that was left was the cold killer she had first met.

Logan looked away.

Brooklyn swallowed and glanced around at the other warriors, letting out a sigh. She wasn’t going to make the same mistake again. When she got back to Maine she was going to help finish this antidote— they were close—and then find a new job.

Who knows, by then the rest of the world could know about vampires.

She tipped her head back and closed her eyes for the rest of the flight and focused on her own mission.

Repenting.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

“Let’s go,” Ben said, jumping out and catching the bags Kurt tossed him.

Logan waited for Brooklyn to climb down. She grabbed hold of the edge of the door just as Marcus waved out to the driver who had arrived. They had a full team on the ground because of The Institute being located here.

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