Chapter Killian
Killian
Killian moved through the busy corridors of The Silver Sluice, remaining a safe distance from his target and her two Broodmates.
The Idthrakis thought they were being surreptitious by hiding the car and choosing to drink in the Daybreak room.
Those precautions were for naught, since their biggest blunder was locking the Fledgling in her gilded cage for a whole week.
Killian was accustomed to some hunts taking longer than others, so he had patience in abundance.
Unaffected by his first failure with Ivy at Lunarian, he continued his nightly hunting routine.
It was when he noticed Finare in the clubs alone and up to his old tricks that he took it upon himself to investigate why the raven-haired female wasn’t accompanying him.
He set up a vantage point across from the Idthraki’s expansive property in the city to surveil it.
He noticed vehicles leaving the property regularly, but Ivy was never a passenger.
The red sedan that arrived each night informed Killian that meals were being delivered to the household, and he knew who the recipient was.
When he spied the black sedan leaving tonight with a female in the back, he knew it was finally time to hunt. Voresta opened the door to the Fledgling’s cage, and Killian followed from a distance. Now, he was simply waiting for her to fly into his hunting ground.
The Daybreak room posed a challenge for Killian—his dark clothes and dark hair were a stark contrast to the brightly decorated space.
Killian didn’t bother to try and gain access to the room—he noticed Voresta’s gaze passed over the doorway regularly.
He positioned himself outside the room and watched on from the shadows.
As it turned out, he didn’t have to wait for long.
He snapped to attention when he noticed Ivy approach the bar.
He watched intently as she threw furtive glances over her shoulder at her companions.
He followed her gaze and saw that her Broodmates were embroiled in a heated conversation.
A wicked grin spread across his features as Ivy slipped out of the Daybreak room.
The connecting corridor was a darkened void in comparison to the Daybreak room, and he receded further into the shadows as she approached.
Ivy unwittingly got close enough that he could reach out and let her long hair whip his fingers as she passed.
Killian fell into step a short distance behind her and followed along stealthily.
The sound of Cataplexis’s sheath being unclipped was swallowed by the noises of the club.
Killian knew Ivy was unfamiliar with the layout of the club when she turned down a darkened service corridor. His blood thrummed as he closed in on his prey. By the time she realised her error, it was too late. Killian swept in to press Ivy against the wall as she turned around.
“Hello, baby vamp.” His voice was gravelly and menacing.
Killian watched fear enter Ivy’s eyes at the sight of him. He felt her body tense against his at the same time his heart started to race. When he drew in a deep breath to regain his focus, her scent of smoke and cherries filled his nostrils.
“You need to let go of me.” Killian savoured the undercurrent of terror he detected in her demand.
His lips kicked up in a smirk and he leaned in closer, his body just inches from hers. His left hand pinned her to the wall by her shoulder, and his right hand slipped Cataplexis free of its sheath.
“You need to stop wandering off on your own if you don’t want to find yourself in compromising positions.
” He brought the blade up and set the tip against her top, resting it on the fabric between her breasts.
He used the blade to cut the first of three decorative buttons loose.
It pinged to the floor, and he felt her tremble against him.
“Voresta will kill you when he catches up to us.” Ivy’s voice wavered, and Killian’s grin widened in response.
“He seemed a bit preoccupied when you left him. Do you think he’ll make it here in time?
” His gaze remained on her chest, watching the second button pop free with another twist of the blade.
His eyes raked up to her throat, where he saw her pulse pounding in the vein there. He could almost taste her fear.
“If I start screaming, I’m sure he’ll come running.”
“You start screaming, I start cutting.” To emphasise his point, Killian dragged Cataplexis upward along her exposed chest. The silver of the blade burned her skin and left a razor-thin red mark in its wake.
“What the fuck!” Ivy struggled against him, and Killian strengthened his hold to arrest her movement. She caught her bottom lip with a fang during her thrashing, and a trickle of blood rolled down her chin.
Killian’s response to the scent of her blood was swift and involuntary. He inhaled sharply, and swirling black clouds crowded the red of his eyes. He pressed himself against her and ran his nose along her jawline. His voice was a low rumble against her ear.
“Go on, scream. I dare you,” Killian growled.
His pulse was racing, and his breathing was ragged. Her scent fogged his mind with very inhale, and he struggled to remain in control of his senses.
He wanted to kill. He wanted to fuck. He felt like ripping and tearing and screaming and exploding—