Page 56 of Forever Desired
She glared at him, refusing to say any more.
The men around the room shared a laugh.
“Vampires live for centuries. Do you think you are the first woman he’s said that to?”
That hit a sore note with her. Her heart stumbled.
How many times had Sorin said that to a woman? Was she the only one, or had he played that same game on other women along the years?
He was over three hundred and sixty years old, while she was only twenty-nine. What would happen when she grew old and senile? Would he just forget about her and move on to a new, young, beautiful woman?
Had she been duped?
“Someone’s thinking now.” A man leaning against the wall with a shotgun in his hand chuckled, shaking his head. “Women just fall for anything nowadays.”
Clay walked to her and gripped her chin in his hand and forced her head to the side.
“Well, lookie here. Someone’s shared her blood with him,” he snarled, touching Sorin’s two puncture wounds.
She tore her chin away from him. “Don’t touch me.”
Athena glared at the men in the room as their laughter grew louder.
“You let one of those bloodsuckers touch you, but I can’t?” He grabbed her face again and squeezed it hard, forcing her to look at him. “You’re a pretty little thang. I’m sure you could have any man you want, but you go for the bloodsucker.”
“You all laugh now,” she bit out through her clenched teeth. “When my vampire comes, they will kill every single one of you.”
The room grew silent at her words.
“We got a problem out here,” a voice came in on the radio.
Clay released her, stalked over to the table, and snatched up his radio.
“What’s going on?” he asked.
“We’re under—” the man’s words ended in a blood-curling scream.
Athena smiled.
Sorin.
He’d come for her.
“Well, boys. Looks like they’ve brought the fight to us. Time to kill us some vamps,” Clay barked.
The men raced out of the room with their weapons raised.
Clay stalked toward her. “You’re coming with me.”
“Let me go,” she screeched.
He loosened her from the chair before grabbing her arm and forcing her to stand. She struggled against him, trying to break free.
“Hold still. We wouldn’t want to test how much your vampire lover loves you, now would we?”
Athena froze. The sharp point of his knife prodded her side.
“Want to see a vampire in his true nature spill some blood and watch the feeding frenzy take over them?”
“Just let me go,” she whimpered.
He yanked her arm behind her and kept the knife near her kidney.
“Oh no. You’re my bargaining chip,” he retorted. “Now let’s go meet lover boy.”
