Page 6 of When He Hunts

Her gaze dropped. Her eyes blinked. Narrowed.

She could see the syringe in his hand.

He’s already killed me.

“There won’t be any more pain,” he told her. The words were a promise.

The bastard had kissed her. Drugged her. Kissed her and killed her and she couldn’t even speak. Her tongue felt funny in her mouth. Her lips too dry. Her body slumped, and she knew this was the end. No more running.

Another tear leaked down her cheek.

She wished that she’d lived more before dying.

Ronan Walker caughther as she fell. She slumped forward, all of that long, dark hair spilling out around her head, and he scooped her into his arms. The hood of her coat had long since fallen back, and her head sagged against his shoulder as he lifted her up against him. Her arms dangled as she hung—utterly limp—in his embrace.

That was one hell of a kiss, Luna Black.

An unexpected kiss. From an unexpected woman.

He turned and headed toward the groaning man in the middle of the street. The prick who’d mistakenly thought that he’d take Ronan’s target.

“It’s done,” Ronan said as he strode past the fool he’d face-planted into the pavement moments before. Luna’s left arm trailed down, her fingers open. “The drugs stopped her heart. The bounty ismine.”

The idiot swiped out at Ronan, so Ronan kicked the dick in the ribs. He could have just killed him, but Ronan needed a witness to share the news of the kill. “Stay out of my way,” Ronan warned him. The guy would get one warning. Just one. “Or next time, you’ll be the dead one.” The jackass’s cronies had both fled. Probably hiding in the shadows and watching the show. Good. Let them watch.

Ronan did love a good show.

He kept walking with his prey. The scent of roses and…was that champagne? He swore it was. The scent of roses and champagne teased his nose. The woman in his arms didn’t stir. How could she? The dead didn’t stir.

He turned to the right, heading for his car. Almost there.

“Hey!” Two guys in Tulane sweatshirts stumbled toward him. “Hey…what’s wrong with her?” One blinked blearily. “I’m pre-med,” he said. “I can help…” He weaved on his feet.

The pre-med looked as if he couldn’t do jackshit. But he was interfering with Ronan’s plans. The last thing he needed washelpwith his prey. “My girlfriend had too much to drink,” Ronan told the men. “Gonna take her home. Let her sleep it off.”

Even drunk, the two men hesitated.

“She does this a little too often,” he continued easily. “Told her that she had to slow things down. Good thing I was there to watch out for her, huh?”

“She…doesn’t look like she’s breathing.” Of course, this would come from the pre-med.

Ronan walked around the college guys. “That’s weird. Night, gentlemen.” He whistled as he carried her.

Unfortunately, the men might not bequiteas drunk as Ronan had hoped because he was pretty sure they ambled along after him.

He kept his hold on Luna and hauled out his keys. He pressed the button to unlock the car and also pushed the button to pop the trunk. Then he carried Luna straight to the rear of the Benz. He lowered her inside. Being careful because, with her, he wanted to use care. Odd. Tenderness wasn’t typically part of his personality.

Being a blood-thirsty killer who didn’t give a shit about anyone? That was more him.

“Hey!” A sharp cry.

Ronan sighed. Why did his night have to keep being interrupted? Satisfied that Luna was all tucked in, he slammed the trunk’s lid closed.

“Hey, you can’t put yourgirlfriendin the trunk!” It was the pre-med. Rushing forward. Trying to come to the rescue.

Ronan pulled out his gun and stopped the man in his tracks. The gun had been tucked at the base of his back all night. And he’d only needed it now, with a hero. Go figure. “If you want to be a doctor one day, you’ll turn around. You will walk away.”And live to save a life another day.

The pre-med student shook his head.

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