Page 42 of Bound in Blood
That look of sheer, raw terror in his eyes. The way heflinchedinstead of attacked. Thescar.
Logan didn’t know who he was.
But if Vik had spent years hunting vampires, then maybe, justmaybe… he had answers Logan didn’t.
Slowly, he looked up, meeting Vik’s gaze. “Then help me.”
Vik frowned. “With what?”
“That boy. The one we just saw. I want to help him.”
Vik scoffed. “Logan, he’sferal. You don’t come back from that.”
“You sure?” Logan challenged. “Because he wasn’tattacking. He wasafraid.”
Vik didn’t say anything.
Logan pressed. “If he’s past saving, then why didn’t he fight back?”
Vik exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through his hair. “Christ, kid. You have adeath wish.”
Logan shook his head. “No. I just…” he hesitated. “I just think maybe you should listen to your past self.”
Vik raised a brow. “About what?”
“That notallvampires deserve to die.”
Chapter
Fifteen
MATEO
3:57 AM and no sign of Logan.
Mateo sat sprawled on the couch, head tipped over the arm as he watched the clock tick seconds away. Since when did time move so slowly? He’d been alive for what qualified to him as a long time, and he’d felt years pass quicker than the time between 3:57 and 3:58.
Where the fuck was Logan?
He knew the bar closed at two, and Logan had promised “closing stuff” only took half an hour. So, he should have been home at least an hour ago. The only thing keeping Mateo from jumping out of his skin with worry was the fact that Alexei hadn’t texted, and no serious signs of distress had washed over their bond.
Marco, sitting on the other end of the couch, was doing no better than Mateo. His posture was rigid, a book open in his hands that he hadn’t turned the page on in forty-five minutes at least. His brows were drawn tight, fingers tapping nervously on the naked hardback cover.
Neither of them said a word, but the silence was anything but comfortable.
Mateo hated it.
Marco, it seemed, hated it even more.
This was crazy. A week ago, nothing like this mattered. They’d hit the town a couple of times a week, find an attractive man to get off with and drink from, then come home and relax.Worryingwasn’t a part of their schedule.
Until Logan.
Logan, who had turned them from valued members of Boston nightlife to worried ‘husbands’ in a matter of days. Logan, who kind of made Mateo feel like a parent waiting on their rebellious teenager to sneak back into the house. Logan, who Mateo would burn the city to the ground to protect.
Mateo exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair.This is ridiculous.
But here they were.
