Page 50 of My Boyfriend Bites

“My bite did.”

A reminder that had her blushing because of what they’d been doing when he nipped her flesh.

“Damn, this wasn’t just a robbery. They really wanted to get at you,” Dante murmured as they reached her door, the jamb of it splintered. Within, the room lay in shambles as if someone had indulged in a childish tantrum.

“You can’t stay here,” he flatly stated as he took in the destruction.

“Where else would I go?”

“My suite.”

“Presumptuous, seeing as how we’re not even lovers.”

“Yet.” He claimed once more.

She didn’t refute because, honestly, it would happen. He might be her only chance to ever get past first base.

“And how are we getting inside your suite? We can’t open the door without busting it since the power is still out.”

His lips flattened. “A very unfortunate design.”

“If you kick it open, then it’s also not very secure which I imagine might be a big deal for you.”

“I do prefer a secure location for the daytime hours.”

“We could go on the rooftop deck and wait to see if the power comes back, unless Renard needs you.”

“He would be insulted at the suggestion. Let us grab you some garments and blankets first, though.”

Selene changed into one of her new tracksuits, the clothes in her closet thankfully untouched.

But much as she wanted to relax in her vampire’s arms, she couldn’t.

“You do realize we have to look for the killer,” she stated when she emerged from the bedroom and handed Dante his coat.

“Hard to find when we don’t have a scent or a face,” he reminded.

“You wouldn’t recognize your kind if you ran into them?”

He shook his head. “While I can identify Lycans, vampires not so much.”

“There’s nothing in my room to help you?” she asked, eyeing the destruction.

“Oddly enough, no. It’s as if they don’t exude anything. Or not anything that triggers me.”

“You said you found a bunch of bodies. Why are they suddenly gorging themselves and leaving them in the open?”

“I don’t know. It’s not usual behavior for a vampire. It’s also very hard to drink a body dry. Not impossible, but it would leave a person full. To do it to several…”

“Could there be more than one on board?”

“I want to say no, but at this point, anything is possible,” he replied with a shrug. “You forgot a blanket.” He went into the room and returned with the comforter.

“I thought we were looking for the killer.”

“The ship is huge. As in, too many places for them to hide, especially since they leave no scent.”

“So you’re giving up?”

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