Page 13 of Hell Bites

“What the hell are you doing?” Silas asks as he joins me.

“I don’t smell anything.”

He frowns. “Neither do I, now that you mention it.”

“But someone was definitely here.”

“No shit.”

Rolling my eyes, I walk backward to get a better look as I say, “And they couldn’t be human if we can’t smell them. Which means—”

“Oh, come on. Don’t start that shit again.”

“You know I’m right about this. The only one who could or would bother masking their scent so a vampire can’t smell it is—”

“Davina is not here, Felix. She has no reason to be here.” Silas kicks at the crowbar, then starts looking for his smokes as he walks away. “There is zero reason for it. None.”

“You don’t know that. She could be here.” I stare at the roof a little longer before I jog after him. “Davina might be bored enough to travel up here. You never know.”

“I do.”

“You can’t.”

Silas stops abruptly and pins me with dark, angry eyes as he pokes a finger in my chest. “She wouldn’t dare. I made it clear to her that she needs to leave you alone. Davina did her damage and now it’s done.”

Always looking out for me.

But something was definitely at Hellcat, and it definitely didn’t have a scent. Which means it intentionally covered it up so we wouldn’t know what it was, and since there are few creatures who do that, I find it hard to believe it wasn’t one of us.

I start after Silas again, the male turning abruptly to lumber off.

Although, breaking in through the back is kind of strange. And it doesn’t really fit the MO of anyone I know from back home.

If Davina really was here and decided to come see me, she probably would have made some grand entrance through the front door or some shit, scaring me worse than Silas did for a number of reasons.

I look over my shoulder just before we get to the end of the sidewalk to take the right turn toward my place, and when I do, I swear I see movement up on the roof of the station.

Movement and a quick glimmer of something shiny.

It was brief and barely noticeable, but I did see something, and that just further proves that something otherworldly was trying to break in.

I keep staring even as I nearly trip over my own feet, but the longer I look, the less I see, and then I don't see anything out of the norm at all.

But I know in my gut there is something out there, and whatever it is, it definitely sees me.

Chapter Five

Azizia

It’s him.

I know it’s him.

Holy hell, he’s sexy.

All dark hair and nerdy vibes.

I stare at him from the rooftop, so entranced by everything about him that I forget I’m supposed to be hiding. He looks up, and that triggers my memory, causing me to jerk back at the last second.

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