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Propping myself on the large desk, I wait on the keylogger to go to work, my mouth pulling into a pout at how I may not get a chance to fuck him now.
I was going to woo him with sex and spend the next month wallowing in gigantic man-delivered orgasms, alas.
An arc of lightning flashes through the sky in the distance, startling me so bad I jump in my seat as the light punctures the darkness of the penthouse. I stare off in the distance, mesmerized by the way the light bolts and dances in the skyline. What a freaking view.
A new computer prompt pops up on the screen and I get to work. Hmm, what’s a good number to donate to my favorite pet fund? Something with more than a few zeroes should be sufficient. It’s only fair I do something worth getting kidnapped over.
A feral smile stretches across my lips. I’m sure Mr. Stein will be absolutely overjoyed at having made such a hefty contribution. Seconds later, and I shimmy in my chair with glee at the knowledge that Dickhole’s money is going to a worthy cause.
Thunder rumbles, a big, dark cloud overtaking the building as the storm sweeps across the city. With a satisfied sigh, I lean back in the chair and wait, watching the second monitor full of video surveillance of the building. Frank Stein should be showing up any minute. I’ve no plans of being silent in my overtaking of his system, and several alarms start going off throughout the place, red pulsing on my screen to show me where exactly to head next.
Excitement thrums through my middle.
I haven’t had this much fun in ages.
The black leather squeaks when I set Edgar’s new lavish home on Frank’s desk. “Buckle up Edgar, things are about to get really interesting around here.”
Chapter 8
FRANK N. STEIN
Power pulses just beneath my skin and I squeeze my hand into a fist, physically fighting my inner beast to unleash my fury as the very cells of my being generate and manipulate negative and positive charges within me.
“Well?” I ask, with barely contained rage, and lean back against the smooth leather of the limo as we travel through the city back to Talbot. Two press conferences today, a duty I find tedious in the extreme to make the perfect excuse for my absence and to lure my enemies.
“She took the bait, but hasn’t contacted her handler yet,” Mikael says, his ghoulish face lit with an unholy light gleaming from the tablet he’s been watching my prey from for the last thirty minutes.
He sits across from me, the back glass missing, allowing Bruno and Nero to be kept abreast of the situation as things are put into motion. His gaze flicks to mine, a glare of reproach on his expression as he refocuses his attention.
“Of course she did,” I reply, adjusting the collar on my tailor-made gray suit and forcing myself to calm down so I don’t interfere with his task.
My genetic makeup conducts electricity better than any man-made conduit, and when put under stress, electronic devices near me have a tendency to malfunction, an unwanted effect in this current moment.
An image of the problematic human comes to mind, her red hair in disarray and anger spitting from her bright green eyes. My stomach tightens and I settle back against the seat. “Is everyone in place?”
Humans are such simple creatures, and like all other animals, when put into a cage, they scurry and scheme to break free. A sliver of relief courses through me. At least we will have whoever is behind this in hand and be able to live in peace again. And then, she will pay for having fucked with what is mine.
The loss of any number of the moonflower formula can be catastrophic. That a miniscule female could wreak such havoc without even knowing what she’s done is just one example of the ineptitude of the race. Supernatural are superior in every way.
All magic comes with a price, and all of them are too consumed with greed and vice to wield it properly, hence why so many are cursed as time passes under the flower’s influence.
When given the flower’s medicinal substance, moonflower renders men feral and disgusting. They bite like rabid vampires with razor-like teeth, turned into mindless fiends until their immortality sets in, which made the administering of moonflower forbidden outside of the supernatural realms.
“We have every facility surrounded. The moment she contacts whoever put her up to this, our men will take them into custody. We should have the entire situation handled within the next few days and no one will be the wiser. The formula will be safe,” Mikael says, as if it’s over and done with already.
I won’t be satisfied until the human is no longer breathing. Something about her gets under my skin in a way I don’t care for and won’t put up with for much longer. Its telling enough Ican bring her image to mind so readily, when humans are so far beneath my notice. Then again, I haven’t had a true enemy to conquer in centuries.
“I think we may have a problem,” Mikael interrupts my simmering.
His brows are puckered into a deep frown of concentration I can barely make out in the dimly-lit limousine, and not for the first time do I curse not being created with superior eyesight like that of the vampires, or perhaps even a loathsome werewolf.
“What is it?” I ask, my body tensing as I wait to learn who is behind the recent attack. If the supernatural factions are in a war no one knows about yet, I want to be ready. Lightning arcs across the sky and Nero’s dark gaze slides to mine as if to make sure I won’t be causing another rolling blackout.
He needn’t worry. The opportunity to apprehend the cretin who thought to take from me is like bloodlust in my veins, I will repress my power for as long as necessary, and then they will pay.
“What is she doing?” I ask, barely stopping myself from yanking the silly object from his hand.
He squints and pulls the tablet an inch from his face, his jaw dropping in what can only be called stupefaction.
