Page 130 of The Vampire's Storm

Does she know she’s your girl?

I’m trying to tell her, asshole. Be quiet.

Need any tips?

Go. Away.

He’d tried to get a glimpse of the security presence as he’d moved in a pile of particles through the lobby but as he’d come up through the parking garage and almost lost his fucking life, Logan thought it was best to just get inside the restroom.

It had been a huge risk. He’d felt the sunlight powerfully on his skin as he’d teleported across the open sky.

Ten minutes earlier and he might not be here.

But Brooklyn was worth it.

His fears had apparently been wrong. Nikolay had not come for her, nor had any of his Bratva soldiers.

Now, they were biding their time until she could open the doors and let the other warriors in. She still had to pose as a person leaving the building after hours and exit through the side door.

Which she ultimately wouldn’t.

That’s when the team would come in and wreak havoc. AKA kill or eliminate any and all threats until they reached the princesses.

Things were about to get dangerous.

How did you get in?

Teleportation. Which he couldn’t tell Brooklyn about. It was possible she would learn about it by the time the night was over, but they could wipe her mind.

He had other plans.

Sitting on the toilet with her, chatting and holding her—which was terribly unromantic—had made Logan realize just how much he wanted Brooklyn in his life.

To keep her safe. To listen to her chatter. To breathe in her scent and relish the hints of tart blueberry that drove his senses wild.

But he could see she didn’t believe his words.

In time, he’d show her how much she meant to him and that he was falling in love with her. Every minute he was with her, the feeling got stronger.

Brooklyn belonged to him.

Soon she would know his heart belonged to her.

And that she was his mate.

We’re in position, Ben telepathed.

Patting her hips, Logan stood with her in his arms and planted her on the ground.

“Not gonna lie. That’s terribly sexy.” Brooklyn smiled up at him.

“Yeah?” He grinned.

“Oh, come on. You know that.” She slapped his chest, and he caught her hand.

He did.

“I’m over a hundred years old. I know. But you are the first human I’ve been intimate with. So swoon away, little mouse. It’s making me hard and very happy.”

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