Page 25 of My Boyfriend Bites

“Any problems?” Rennie asked without looking up.

“The assailants are dead.”

“Lost your temper, did you?”

“Not me. Selene handled them herself.”

That startled Renard. “How? There were five of them.”

“Six actually. One full chupacabra and two partials. She took them all out.” He couldn’t help a note of pride.

Renard whistled. “I’m impressed. I know she’s a lycan, but I wouldn’t have thought she had it in her to kill.”

“She’s a predator.” Just like Dante. He cleared his throat. “The police might pose an issue if they realize Selene is on board before we sail.”

“The police are going to be a tad too busy to worry about a tourist that escaped a kidnapping.” Renard glanced at him. “Someone bombed the electrical station in town.”

“Are you sure? The lights still seemed to be working when we came through.”

Renard tapped a few keys before closing the lid to his laptop. In the distance, a muffled explosion had his assistant offering a tight smile. “Not anymore.”

“Excellent work, Rennie.”

“Figured we might need a distraction.”

“Good thinking. With that settled, time for the next item of concern. Find out if the traitors on board have a firm date for the attack because, if it’s tomorrow, they’ll need to reschedule.”

“Oh, got something more important to do?” mocked Renard.

“Yes, a date with the woman I’m going to marry.”

Chapter 7

The moment Seleneentered her room she took a hot shower with much soap. While the bathe she’d taken in the jungle had rinsed her clean of lingering blood, she still felt the stains that wouldn’t wash away. It should be known she’d killed before. Recently too. Some thugs had threatened her mother, and Selene lost it. She’d unalived the attackers, and surprisingly, she’d felt little guilt over it. Just like she didn’t feel much regret over what she’d done in the jungle.

When she’d killed the chupacabra, she’d uttered a long howl of victory. After all, despite the odds, she’d won. Then the adrenaline faded, and she shifted, returning to her human body, human morals, and human dilemma.

A glance at the bloody encampment and bodies had left her cussing. “Oh bloody heck. I’ll never be able to clean this up and make it to the ship in time.” Then again, why bother wiping the scene? The men had obviously died by animal attack, and she had no time to spare.

She also had nothing to wash with. The jug of water she’d found had barely enough to rinse her hands and face, hence why she’d packed her clothes in the satchel and looked through the huts for a shirt that didn’t reek too badly. Before riding off intothe jungle, she’d tried to ascertain which direction to go. There were numerous trails leading into the camp, and she’d not paid as close attention as she should have when they arrived. When she finally selected one, she somehow got turned around, as she never made it to the road. However, going back wasn’t an option at that point, as the ATV ran out of gas. Once on foot, she’d followed her nose to water.

She’d been bathing when Dante found her. An impossible feat. She didn’t care what he claimed; no one was that good at tracking. Unless… Could he have a secret like her? He didn’t give off a wolfish vibe. What else could he be, though?

Knowing of Dante’s allergy to the sun, her mind went to the obvious. Vampire. Utterly silly. Blood suckers, like elves and dragons and other fantastical creatures, didn’t exist.

That she knew of.

Then again, werewolves weren’t supposed to be real either. Could it be possible? How to find out?

She gnawed the tip of her thumb. Exposing him to sunlight would be cruel. Tempt him with her neck at dinner. Sure, if he bit and decided to suck the life out of her, that would be proof but also the last thing he ever did.

This entire train of thought was crazy. No way was Dante a vampire. After all, wouldn’t the passengers be freaking if people woke with bite marks? And if they were drained to death, someone would surely have noticed. Then again, would she have heard any rumors, seeing as how she didn’t socialize much? Not to mention, the cruise line staff would probably be tight-lipped to avoid panic.

The thought of panic led her gaze to the tablet. She’d last messaged her mom that morning. Should she tell her what happened?

No. Not over text. The internet might not be secure, and the story she had to relay? Definitely not something she wanted read by strangers.

However, she could do an internet search on vampires to set her mind at ease. Dante wasn’t a creature of the night. She’d prove it.

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