Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
Sam hadn’t been lying to her. Seline stared at her hands and realized her fingers were stained with ash.
She’d just sent a hellhound back to hell. She controlled a hellhound.
Oh, damn.
“Baby, are you okay?”
She glanced up at the voice, so deep with concern. Keenan had his vampire in his arms. Seline could see the blood pouring from the woman’s throat. Okay sure didn’t seem like the right word. More like get-me-to-a-hospital-stat.
“Drink from me,” Keenan said, his hands so gentle on the woman.
Nicole’s head sagged back weakly, and Seline glimpsed her fangs. Then those fangs sank into Keenan. He shuddered. Not with revulsion, but with what she was pretty sure had to be pleasure.
“She’ll be all right.” Sam’s voice didn’t carry any concern. “An angel’s blood—even if the angel has fallen—is incredibly strong.”
Something to remember.
“How did I send him back?” Her gaze darted to the floor. To the scorch marks and the deep grooves that the hound’s claws had left.
“Guess you just had to get mad enough,” he mused. “Mad enough to let that control of yours crack.”
Crack? It had fragmented in that last terrifying moment. If she hadn’t been able to pull the hound back, Nicole would have died in front of her. “I didn’t want more blood on my hands.” She didn’t know Nicole. Just because the woman was a vamp, it didn’t mean she deserved hell.
Who did these days?
Sirens screamed in the distance.
“Humans on the way to the rescue,” Keenan muttered this even as Nicole continued to drink from him.
“You’ve got her?” Sam asked with a nod at Nicole.
“Always.” Keenan’s answer was immediate.
Sam’s lips twisted. “Then get her out of here. Meet up with me at dawn, at Pedro’s place.”
Keenan’s brows rose. “You trust that shifter?”
“More than most.”
Keenan nodded and carried his feeding vampire toward the back door.
Seline didn’t move. She wasn’t sure where to go or what to do. Energy still pumped through her blood. She’d taken too much when she kissed Sam, she knew she had, but he didn’t look weak.
If the hound had killed him, Sam’s death would have been on her. She straightened her shoulders. “You need to go. Get away from me. What if I accidentally bring the hound back? You just— go. ”
One dark brow climbed. “And what are you going to do? Stand here and wait for the cops?”
Maybe. Perhaps she deserved to be locked up. “You said the coyote shifter was dead?”
“Not by your hand. The hound killed him.”
The sirens were louder. “I meant to kill him. I took as much power from him as I could.” It was time for Sam to realize just how dark she was on the inside.
“If he’d still been breathing when I found him,” Sam seemed utterly unconcerned, “ I would have killed him.”
His admission had her eyes widening.
Sam’s stare had dropped to the front of her shirt. “I can see the marks he put on you.”
She could feel them. “Just scratches. They’ll fade.”
Doors slammed outside. She glanced toward the front door. “How will we explain this?” Her gaze came back to him.
“We won’t.” He still didn’t move. “The cops will say the people who talk about a monster attacking them are all just high. Other events always have a way of being covered up.”
She knew many humans only saw what they wanted to see. “And the dead shifter? What happens when he’s found?” The front door rattled. She glanced over and realized that thick tables had been pushed in front of the entrance.
Sam. She hadn’t even realized he’d used his power to bar the door.
“There won’t be anything left of him by the time he’s found.”
Again, the way of their world. The real animals would have their turn.
“Come with me.” He offered his hand but didn’t step closer.
She shook her head.
His face hardened. “We both have too many enemies now. You need me,” he told her, “and I?—”
Seline headed for the back door. Her steps were fast. Get away. “I know, you’re addicted to me, right?”
Unfortunately, that addiction burned both ways.
Her father had been addicted, too. So addicted that one night, he hadn’t been able to stop taking energy from her mother. He’d taken so much that he’d killed her.
She pushed open the old door. Metal grated, and she glanced to the left, then the right. The cops hadn’t made it to the alley yet.
Seline hurried outside.
“It’s more than an addiction.”
She kept moving.
He followed. The soft pad of his footsteps should have been swallowed by the sirens, but she heard him. She’d always been too conscious of everything about him.
Sam caught her arm and spun her back to face him. He crowded her against the side of the narrow alley.
“Don’t move.” His breath whispered over her ear. “Cops are coming.”
And the cops thundered past the mouth of their hiding spot. Heading toward for El Diablo, and not even noticing the couple in the shadows.
But Sam didn’t release her when they were gone. She was too aware of the solid length of his body and the heavy press of his arousal against her.
She wanted Sam. Had from the first moment she’d seen him. But had he ever really wanted her? Or had her succubus side just pulled him in, an automatic instinct to acquire that strong psychic blast of power that was his core?
“I’m not going to run from Rogziel,” Sam revealed in a voice that only carried to her ears. “I don’t care how many hounds he has at his beck and call.” His mouth brushed against her cheek.
Seline swallowed and tried not to want him so much. He didn’t trust her. He’d threatened to kill her.
“I’m going hunting, Seline.” His fingers slid under her jaw. The cops were gone. Probably swarming the empty interior of El Diablo. “And I want you by my side.”
Her hands came between them and pressed against his chest. She had so much power boiling inside her. If she wanted, she could have tossed him into the air and walked way.
The problem was that she didn’t want to walk away. She’d found something she wanted more than freedom. “I didn’t think you trusted me.”
“I’m an asshole most days.” She felt the hot lick of his tongue on the edge of her ear.
A shiver trembled over her.
“With you, something happens to me.”
Great. Still not the declaration she wanted to hear.
“I don’t trust myself when I’m with you,” Sam continued gruffly. “I want you too much.”
She needed more than want . There’d been too many other men who wanted her. She pushed him back. Not a toss into the air, just a shove that gave her a few precious inches. “I’m an abomination.” She’d been called that before. Heard Rogziel say it when he hadn’t realized she’d been around.
But now, she knew Rogziel had been right. The powers of a succubus and an angel, all boiling inside of her. “Only punishment angels can control hellhounds.” Even she knew that much. “I’m no angel.” Would never be. The wings and the sweet promise of heaven hadn’t been offered to her.
His fingers were still under her chin. “Do you know how the first demons were made?”
She knew the legend. “From the Fallen.” From the first angels who’d sinned and been cast out of heaven. “They mated with humans and their offspring were cursed.”
He laughed. “I’m betting you heard that tale from Rogziel, didn’t you?”
Yes.
“It’s all in how you look at it,” he murmured. “Maybe they weren’t cursed. Maybe they were blessed Given powers no mortal had ever held before.”
Now it was her turn to release a rough laugh. “That blessing killed many of them.”
“And it turned some of them into kings and queens. They were given enormous power, and the free will to use it how they saw fit.” Once more, he closed the distance between them.
“You’re telling me I’m blessed?” More sirens wailed. Seline wanted out of there. The small alley was making her feel claustrophobic. “I’m not buying it.” She sidled away from him and headed toward the darkness that waited for her.
“I’m saying you’re a whole lot stronger than you realized, than Rogziel probably realized. But now that he knows just what you’re capable of, he’s going to come after you with everything that he has at his disposal.”
She knew that. She’d taken Rogziel’s attack dog away from him. The angel would have viewed that as the ultimate insult.
“You can wait for him to come.” Sam’s feet tapped on the old stone walkway. “Or you can hunt with me, and we can kick his ass.”
That had been the original plan. The darkness thickened as she advanced down the alley. More bars waited. More drunken laughter. More sex on the breeze that tickled her face.
“When you decide I’ve turned on you again—what then?” Seline asked because she wasn’t just going to forget. Some things could never be forgotten. “I saw your eyes in that truck. You were ready to kill me.”
“If I’d been ready to kill you, you would’ve been dead.” Flat. Brutal. Truth.
Another club beckoned. She slipped inside, leaving him to the shadows. She just needed some space. Seline went to the bar. Motioned with her hand for a drink. She didn’t care what the bartender gave her. She just needed something to take the edge off.
The human on her right immediately sidled closer. The man on the left crowded in against her. Seline looked in the mirror and barely recognized the woman who stared back at her. Blood-red lips. Heavy-lidded eyes. Skin a luminous shade no human’s should be.
Her top had torn in the struggle, and her breasts pushed against the fabric. No wonder the men were closing in.
Built for sin.
The man on the right, an American frat boy who’d wandered into the wrong bar, ran his fingers down her arm. “ Hola, sexy se?orita, where have you been all my life?”
Sam’s image appeared behind her in the mirror. He grabbed the kid’s fingers and squeezed. “Want me to break them?” he inquired, his voice bland, but she caught the fury flaring in his eyes.
“Shit! Shit, man, no! Ow!”
“Then don’t touch her again.” Sam shoved the college boy away. He glanced at the other man. “Get the hell out of here.”
Both men scrambled for the exit. Seline took her drink and downed it in one gulp. It burned her throat, and she wanted more.
“You can’t be out now, Seline.” Sam positioned his body too close to hers.
She motioned for another drink. Daughter of a demon. Daughter of an angel. Made for sin. She stared at her image. “And why not?”
“Because your powers are cranked too high.” He swore, then turned his head to the right. “Back off, assholes, she’s with me.”
Two more men turned away.
His hand fisted on the bar top. “You’re pulling them in, and you don’t even realize it.”
No, she realized it. There was just nothing she could do to stop the pull.
“I’ve slept with three men in my life.” Her confession seemed too loud even in the noisy bar. “This isn’t what I wanted to be.” But maybe there had never been a choice. Seduce. Kill.
Had Rogziel been right about her? If he could see her now...
He’d laugh, then he’d kill her.
The long, twisting house in the woods had served many purposes over the years. Weapons storage. Hideaway. Lover’s retreat.
Tonight, it was a prison.
Rogziel stared down at the Fallen who knelt in the middle of the holding spell. He’d learned over the years that even witches could have their uses, and he’d certainly made sure to use the witch Mateo as much as he could.
Some spells could bind any being, even a Fallen. Not forever, of course. But he didn’t need forever. He just needed a few hours. “Ready to talk, Tomas?”
Tomas’s dark head lifted. He smiled. “Go fuck yourself, ’Ziel. I don’t answer to you.”
A growl rumbled from the shadows behind Rogziel. This time, he’d made sure to summon the hound that belonged to him. Using Erina’s hound had seemed like such a fitting vengeance before. But obviously, that plan had been a mistake.
He would make no more errors. “I’m not here to kill you.”
His words had Tomas blinking. Dry blood coated the right side of the Fallen’s face. “No? You just hunt me down, sic that hound on me, and let it nearly rip my face off…but you’re not planning to kill me. Of course, not. How stupid of me to think that was the end goal.”
Slowly, Rogziel stalked around the containment circle. “I know why you fell.”
Tomas pushed to his feet, and pain flashed on his face. Those broken bones hadn’t healed yet. “Kiss my ass. You aren’t going to judge me. Save it for the humans?—”
“How about I save it for your human?”
Rogziel’s heart raced a bit faster when he saw the fear flash on Tomas’s face. Hit. Rogziel cocked his head as he studied the Fallen. “She was the cause of your fall. She tempted, and you succumbed. If anyone needs punishment, then she should be the one to pay.”
“Leave Sierra alone! You stay the hell away from her.” Tomas lunged forward and slammed into the side of the invisible wall that held him. His nose broke and blood splattered.
So much blood. Not dark. Bright red. Rogziel smiled. “You wanted her, and you fell to fuck her. Yet she’s not with you now.”
Tomas’s hands clenched into fists. “What do you want?”
Rogziel frowned and moved closer. “Why is that?” He really wanted to know. “You burned for her, but you let her go? Or maybe—maybe she didn’t want you.” Now that would be a nice twist. “Once she found out what you were, did she run away?” Humans were always so afraid of the things they didn’t understand, and they didn’t understand most things.
“What do you want?”
“So emotional.” Rogziel shook his head. “But that’s what happens when you fall. You feel too much.”
“And you think you don’t feel?” Tomas fired right back, but he was careful not to get too close to the white powder that formed a circle around his feet. “I can see it on your face—you like hurting people. You’ve gone bad. You’re fucked in the head.”
His heart was pounding too hard. “I serve. I do my job. I punish.” His lips twisted in disgust. “I have my wings. They didn’t burn away because I disobeyed.”
“It’s not always about disobeying,” Tomas muttered, and then he smiled. Rogziel didn’t like that bloody smile. So close to death, Tomas shouldn’t be smiling.
He should be begging.
“How long has it been…” Tomas asked, raising one brow, “since you were upstairs?”
Rogziel’s jaw hardened. “I travel between heaven and earth. Earth and hell. I have the power to?—”
“Yeah, yeah,” Tomas cut in, rolling his eyes. “I’ve heard the spiel before.”
Tomas would die. Soon. Once he was no longer useful.
“Bet you can’t remember the last time you were upstairs, can you?” Tomas pressed. “You know why? Because you’re fucked in the head. You think humans are the only ones who go bad? Angels do, too. I heard about the Fallen who’ve died. I know it was you. And I know you liked killing them.”
The thunder of his heartbeat filled his ears. Rogziel became aware of the sweat slowly trickling down his back. “I have my wings. I am favored.”
“The hell you are. Try to go back upstairs.” Now Tomas laughed. “Bet you’ll find out they changed the fucking locks on you. You aren’t favored by anyone, and when Sammael gets a hold of you, you’ll be burning.”
For an instant, Rogziel’s vision went red. His body trembled with the effort to hold back. He wanted to lunge forward and tear Tomas apart.
This one dared to judge him? For centuries, he’d punished the wicked. He’d seen the worst humanity had to offer. He’d punished .
And he would continue to punish. He didn’t need assignments anymore. He could smell the wicked. See the sin.
He turned away from Tomas. “I will give Sierra your regards.” When I let her feel the wrath that is her punishment.
“No!”
Just that quickly, the arrogance and fury were gone from Tomas’s voice. But Rogziel didn’t look back. Tomas needed a lesson.
Changed the locks…
A blood lesson.
“Leave her alone! Dammit, just stop, Rogziel!”
But Rogziel had planned this moment. He opened the door to the connecting room and found his prey waiting. Her hands were bound to the chair behind her. A blindfold covered her eyes. Duct tape smothered her screams.
She’d been working on a site in Mexico. An archaeologist, digging into the past.
No wonder Tomas had been in the area. Some sins always drew you in.
Rogziel cut through the binds on her wrists, and he knew the blade sliced her skin when tears leaked from her eyes. He hauled her up, not caring when she immediately shoved back her blindfold.
What did it matter if she saw his face? She wouldn’t be escaping alive.
He dragged her into the room with Tomas. Tomas—still yelling. But when he saw Sierra, he froze and his cries died on his lips.
“Now, I think you might be understanding your situation better.” Rogziel nodded. His humans had brought Sierra to him. Always so eager to please. He’d make sure they were rewarded one day.
In the end, everyone always got the reward they deserved.
Rogziel yanked off the duct tape from the human’s mouth. “Recognize him?” he asked her.
Sierra stared at Tomas. Her brow furrowed, and her lips quivered. Then, slowly, almost sadly, she shook her head.
Rogziel laughed—deep, bellowing laughter that shook his chest. “You fell…you traded your powers…and she doesn’t even know who you are?”
“Let her go!”
Sierra trembled in his grasp. Her red hair brushed against Rogziel’s fingertips. “I’m going to punish her. She made an angel fall.”
“You’re crazy!” Sierra twisted against him, but Rogziel wasn’t about to let her go. “Crazy! You can’t do this! I’m?—”
“What do you want?” Tomas asked, voice muted and his eyes on Sierra.
It was the question Tomas had asked twice before, but this time, Rogziel knew Tomas was really saying, I’ll do what you want.
“I want Sammael.” Sammael was the problem. He was the one deserving hell. Sammael had destroyed Seline. He’d flaunted his transgressions for centuries. Sammael was the one who would be punished.
First.
“He thinks you’re friends,” Rogziel told him. Foolish of Sammael. “He came to save you.”
Tomas’s head moved in a jerk that was agreement.
“Now you’re going to make sure that I kill him.” He ran his fingers down Sierra’s throat. “Or you’ll watch me hurt her. An eye for an eye.”
“Get your hands off her!”
“Give me Sammael, and you can have your human.”
Sierra stared at him with wide eyes. “You have the wrong woman! Just let me go, okay? Please, let me go!”
More laughter tumbled from Rogziel. Tomas was willing to trade his life for a woman who didn’t even know him. Priceless.
“You fell for nothing,” he blasted at Tomas, and disgust thickened his words. Heaven, for this?
“No,” Tomas said with certainty. “I fell for everything.” His eyes blazed at Rogziel. “Get me out of this witch’s prison, and I’ll give you Sammael. I vow it.”
If one other man looked at Seline like she was some kind of dessert, Sam was going to erupt. He crowded closer to Seline. “We need to get out of here.” She smelled like an aphrodisiac. Silken woman. Sensual heat.
No wonder the humans in the joint were foaming at the mouth.
He grabbed her wrist. “Correction, we’re getting out of here, now.”
She turned her bedroom eyes on him. Sexy, but…sad. Because her stare looked a bit lost. The power pumping through her was obvious, but Seline appeared scared.
He wrapped his arm around her waist. “I’ll take care of you.”
A sad laugh slipped from her lips. “You almost killed me.”
She wasn’t going to let him forget that. He waved his hand and pushed the others back, clearing a path to the door. “I damn well didn’t almost kill you. I had to get the hound off my neck.” Literally. “Braking the truck so hard was my only option.”
“But you said…”
He’d said a lot of dumbass things. He didn’t always know what to say to her or what to do with her. “I thought you’d lied to me. That you’d set me up from the beginning.” So he’d gone a little crazy. But he’d never touched her and thought of death.
With Seline, it was always about life. She made him feel more alive than anything or anyone else could.
He led her outside. Three motorcycles were waiting by the curb. So thoughtful of some people. He jumped on the newest one, had it hot-wired in three seconds, and he told Seline, “Hold on.”
They had a meeting at dawn. He was done running. The game was changing, but first…
First he needed Seline.
Pedro’s place was an inn, of sorts, on the edge of town. Not for humans. They rarely wandered that far off the beaten path. But, over the years, Pedro’s had been a safe house of sorts for paranormals. Since Pedro had split town a few weeks ago, Sam knew the place would be perfect for crashing.
They didn’t speak as they drove through town. Sam was too conscious of Seline’s body pressing against his. Her scent surrounded him and, with every breath he took, Sam swore he tasted her.
The old inn came into sight soon enough. He braked and made sure to hide the bike under some bushes.
“Is this place safe?” Seline’s voice was like a stroke right over his dick. He wanted to tell her again, pull it back. But he knew now that she couldn’t. Too much power, burning her from the inside out.
“Safe enough.” The two-story building was dark, and Sam sensed no Other presence there.
Not yet. Keenan and his vampire would be arriving soon. It was about an hour until dawn.
Sam caught her hand, but this time, he threaded his fingers through hers. He felt her hesitation. “Trust me,” he urged her and really wanted her to do just that.
She studied him with a gaze that was slowly breaking a heart he hadn’t even realize he had, not until he’d met her.
Sam took her inside and up the stairs. He wondered if Seline even noticed the old weapons that lined the walls. Weapons that could come in handy later. Pedro had been a collector, of sorts.
He didn’t mention the weapons. Right then, he only wanted to focus on her. The bedroom on the right had a bed nestled inside. The sheets looked clean. Not perfect. Not good enough for her, but the room would have to do.
Seline burned too hot, and he had to help her.
He took her clothes off slowly, skimming his fingers down her body. Perfect breasts. So full and sweet, with tight nipples. Her stomach curved gently, her legs stretched for freaking ever, and the soft paradise between her thighs made him burn.
She reached for him, but he caught her hands. “Not this time.” This time, he had to show her something different.
Seline’s brows furrowed. “I thought?—”
“I can do more than take.” And she was more than an addiction. He didn’t understand what was happening between them yet, not fully, but she was more, and he’d prove that to her.
He lifted her onto the bed and spread her out on the mattress. Her legs shifted a bit, exposing more of her sex, and he felt like he’d just taken a punch to the gut.
Control.
He would have it, for her.
His mouth pressed against hers. The lightest of kisses, then deeper because he had to taste more. His hands cupped her breasts, and his thumbs feathered over her nipples. She’d see this time that he wasn’t like the others she’d known.
This time, it would all be for her.
He settled his hips between her legs and began to kiss a path down her neck. With every press of his mouth, with every lick of his tongue against her skin, he wanted more.
But he wouldn’t take.
The only sound was her breathing. His. Their breaths came too fast. He felt the thunder of her heartbeat beneath his hands.
When Sam took her nipple into his mouth, she moaned and her hands tunneled into his hair. She pulled him closer. He let her feel the light score of his teeth on her tight nipple.
He sucked. He licked. He wanted.
He didn’t take.
Sam kissed his way down her stomach. She was shaking now. Whispering his name. Her power crackled in the air and brushed right over his skin.
Seline might not realize it, but she was giving, too. Giving all that powerful energy right back to him.
He spread her legs wider and stroked her sex. He slid a finger into her, stretching her lightly. Then another finger. He pushed them inside her, knuckles deep, and her hips arched off the bed.
“Sam!” Not need. Demand.
His thumb pushed against her clit, and he thrust his fingers fully inside her. Again. Again. Her hips rose up, trying to make him move faster. Harder.
“Come…inside.” Her voice was pure temptation. “I want you.”
He wanted her. His whole body shuddered.
Sam withdrew his fingers but only so he could lock his hands around her hips and hold her exactly where he wanted her.
He tilted her hips up and put his mouth on her.
Seline’s taste…hot and sweet…more, need more.
She came almost instantly. A hard explosion that had her gasping and arching against his mouth.
He didn’t let her pull back. He kept licking her, kissing her, and he thrust his tongue inside her body because he wanted more of that sweet taste.
Seline climaxed a second time. Energy hit him, a hard burst of euphoria that he knew came from her. But he didn’t stop. He loved her taste too much. Loved the feel of her pleasure.
Her fingers were in his hair again. Her legs trembled around him.
His cock pushed hard against the front of his jeans. He could feel the zipper shoving against his dick.
But he wasn’t stopping. Not yet. Not until he’d given her all the pleasure that she could handle. This time it’s all for her.
Her hot core was wet and hot. His fingers slid easily into her even as he bent to press his mouth against her clit. Her body began to tense again. He knew she was close to finding her release once more.
“No!” Seline’s choked cry.
He froze, then, slowly, Sam pulled back and glanced up at her.
“ With you this time.” She swiped her tongue over her lips. “With…you.”
He’d wanted only her pleasure.
Sam slid his hand right over the tight center of her need, and Seline came. This time, she yelled his name.
Her body was limp and so sated that Seline really didn’t want to move for at least a week.
Her heartbeat slowly stopped its frantic racing. The bed squeaked as Sam pulled her close. Sam.
She turned and stared at him. The faintest rays of light were starting to spill through the blinds, but most of the room was still cloaked in darkness “You didn’t come.”
“You’re not an addiction.” There was no mistaking the rasp of lust in his voice. “You’re mine. ”
She didn’t know what to say.
Then she’d realized what he’d done. Sex with a succubus. But no pleasure for him. Only her.
She blinked quickly, afraid she’d do something weak and human like cry. “Sam, I want you.”
She felt the weight of his stare. “You’re not an abomination,” he told her, and she heard the echoes of anger in his words.
Good thing it was dark. She wasn’t sure she wanted him to see her reaction.
“I don’t care who your parents were—or what they were,” Sam added.
She cared. “My father took too much from my mother. He drained her.” Killed her.
“Then Rogziel killed him?”
“Punishment,” she whispered, and her hand pressed over Sam’s heart.
He swore. “How long has Rogziel been playing God?”
She blinked. “Wh-what?”
He caught her hands. More light spilled through the blinds. Dawn. “You don’t know much about your demon side, do you?”
No. Not her demon side or her angel blood.
“A succubus and an incubus can only have a child with a true mate. If they could have kids with just anyone, don’t you think the world would be exploding with little incubi and succubi by now?”
Yes. It would be, but there weren’t many of her kind. “You’re saying we…mate?” Like wolf shifters? And mating as in…forever?
“I’m saying you can only have kids with the person you choose as a life-mate. That’s forever. That’s bonding.” He exhaled. “And a mate wouldn’t take enough power to kill. Sure, an incubus could drain other partners, but it’s real unlikely—next to fucking impossible—that he’d drain the one woman he loved.”
Her head started to throb. An engine growled outside. “What are you telling me?”
“I’m saying that I think Rogziel fed you a load of bull. Your father didn’t kill your mother.”
She rose from the bed and dressed with hands that were too steady. They should be shaking. She should be shaking. “Then who did?” All her life, she’d thought her father had destroyed her mother.
“When we get Rogziel, we’ll find out.”
No, no, this isn’t possible. “You’re wrong. My father killed her. He lost control, and he drained my mother . ”
“Mates share power. They don’t take.”
Seline blinked. She’d shared power with Sam. Fear tightened her belly. Did that mean he was hers?
Footsteps pounded below. Sam jumped to his feet and was instantly in front of her. He stared into her eyes. “Whatever happens, remember this—I don’t care what shit Rogziel told you, you aren’t an abomination. You aren’t evil.” His gaze narrowed. “But, sweetheart, you are damn well mine.”
She was very much afraid that he might be hers.
When did this happen? When did I start to fall so hard for him? Had she been trying to bind them from the beginning?
There was so much she didn’t know. No, much she hadn’t been told because of Rogziel. “Sam…”
But he stiffened and his head whipped toward the door. She saw the slight flare of his nostrils. “That’s not Keenan and his vampire.” Anger roughed his voice.
“Sam?”
He lunged forward. Seline rushed right behind him.
And from the top of the stairs, Seline saw who waited for them just inside the inn’s doorway. Waited with a grim smile curving his lips.
Az.