Page 3 of Blood Bound

He chuckles. “Only a little bit; you don’t give off that ‘I’ll do anything to get laid by the owner’ vibe that every girl around here seems to have,” he says and sends a shiver up my spine when he leans in close. “Try to blend in more, Kitty Kat; you look lost.”

My heart drops right into my fucking knees when I realize that this is my informant and that he’s a fucking vampire. I’ve never met him, but he always pointed me in the direction of Devil’s Void vamps and has never been wrong.

Does this mean I’ve walked right into a goddamn trap? I need to let the others know that I might have put them all in danger!

“Shh, calm down,” he purrs into my ear. “You’re reeking of anxiety right now, and Priest will immediately smell that on you.”

“You’re one of them, you asshole,” I say while maintaining a smile on my face, then knowing who he is, I turn around to face him.

Why the fuck do vampires have to be so goddamn gorgeous? He’s dressed in black, the same as everyone else, but he’s not even wearing a shirt.

His body is immaculately ripped, with tattoos covering his entire right arm right up to his pectoral, his long blonde hair is hanging down over his shoulders, and his green eyes are the lightest shade I’ve ever seen.

What is it about tattooed muscular men and me? Why do they have to be the type to get my nipples hard? Fuck.

He sees the effect he has on me and chuckles. “Like what you see?”

“Shut up,” I grumble, then take another sip of my wine. “So, you’re one of them, and yet you’re helping me out. Why is that?”

He shrugs, leans against the bar counter, and orders a whiskey. “Let’s just say I like to gamble,” he says, downing the alcohol as soon as it arrives. “There hasn’t been fun in Vegas in over fifteen years, and I’ve gotten bored.”

“Fun?!” I say through gritted teeth. “You call killing innocent people fun?”

“Same goes for you, Kitty Kat,” he says, ordering another glass. “You people call us monsters without even knowing us, then kill us and call it justice.”

I narrow my eyes at the beautiful man in front of me, knowing that I should be careful about what I’m about to say next. I can’t offend him, or he’ll turn on me and offer me up to Priest, but I also can’t allow my guild to be insulted like this.

“Call it what you want; either way, murder is murder,” I say, finishing my wine with a wave of anger settling in my heart.

He chuckles and downs his glass, slamming it next to my hand. “You remember that when you find out the truth. By the way, the King is here and looking straight at you,” he says casually before sauntering away.

The unsettling feeling of him being so close to me gets washed away when I realize what he’s just said. Gabriel Priest is here, and he’s looking at me. I don’t even have to doubt his words because I can feel his predatory gaze boring into the back of my skull.

Swallowing deeply, I turn my head to see where he could be and when our eyes meet, all the strength leaves my body.

I’ve seen pictures of Priest before, but seeing him up close is another story altogether. My informant was attractive, yes, but this man is another specimen altogether.

He’s leaning over the silver balustrade, his biceps flex as he peers down at me, and his dark hair has fallen over into his eyes, but I can still make out the crimson shade.

God, he looks deliciously solid, ripped, and muscular, like he could keep me up all night, pile driving into me from behind, and I would allow it. He even has a sexy, stubbled beard trimmed to perfection; my fucking weakness is beards.

How the fuck does he have one? Aren’t vampires dead?

By his broad, muscular body, I can tell he’s powerful — more powerful than any vampire I’ve faced before, and that’s to be expected since he’s a Pureblood. Then he grins and winks at me, and my heart just about explodes.

Tearing my eyes away from the disgustingly gorgeous vampire, I remind myself that he is the reason my mother and brother were murdered.

That he is the reason I am the ruthless hunter who kills even turned women and children without remorse. That he is the reason, I no longer feel human.

“Get a fucking grip,” I mumble to myself, and I am just about to order another glass of wine when I feel someone next to me. A tattooed hand slides the empty glass towards me, and the bartender fills it.

“You look like you needed that, little lamb,” he says in a low, sultry voice that gets my heart racing. I don’t even have to look up to know who it is.

GABRIEL

Iknew Katherine was in town before the Lycan Alpha Fenriz even called me in to take care of the problem. As soon as I walked out of his hotel, I set up a meeting without her even knowing I was behind it.

The Death’s Temple guild has always been a thorn in my side ever since their first generation took out half of my family back in Romania.

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