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arise.
She hadnât thought such necessary until Roland, Marcus, and Sarah had been attacked during the day, Rolandâs house set aflame with them inside it.
Lisette didnât linger in the shower. The sooner she left, the sooner she could take out a few vampires and return home. Surely Zach would awaken tonight. She just hoped, if he awoke while she was gone, that he would linger until she returned.
Upstairs, she packed on her favorite weaponsâshoto swords, daggers, and a pair of silencer-equipped Glock 18âs with thirty-round clips.
Grabbing her helmet, she headed outside and straddled her Hayabusa.
âBefore Iâm Deadâ floated on the night.
Lisette drew out her phone.
âDid you get a good nightâs sleep?â Tracy asked as soon as Lisette answered.
âI did,â Lisette lied. âWhere are you?â
âIâm still at Davidâs.â
Which meant every immortal on the premises would hear both sides of their conversation.
Instead of responding verbally, Lisette texted her: Can you spend another night and day there?
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Sure. Whatâs up?
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Will tell you later.
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OK.
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Seconds later, Lisette sped down a deserted North Carolina road, her thoughts consumed with the dark immortal in her bed.
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Ethan prowled Dukeâs campus, full of restless energy. He hadnât encountered a single vampire all night. Not one!
Muttering beneath his breath, he slid a dagger from its sheath and began to toss it up in the air and catch it by the blade. It had taken him a while to learn how to do that without cutting himself, but he did it now absently as his eyes perused the shadows.
He was spoiling for a fight, damn it, and couldnât find one.
Heâd been spoiling for a fight ever since he had seen that big-ass immortal sprawled in Lisetteâs bed. Sure the guy had been bloody and banged up. But he had been in her bed. Her bed .
And she had been willing to risk her ass to help him. Willing to risk Ethanâs ass, too.
He scowled. And damned if he hadnât risked it for her. Or rather for him , whoever the bastard was.
What the hell was Lisette thinking, falling for someone on Sethâs shit list? Was she crazy?
No , he answered his own question. She isnât crazy. Sheâs fucking smitten .
Which was why he really, really needed to hit something right now.
Because he was still smitten with Lisette.
He had begun to fear he might always be, that he might end up like Marcus. Or like Marcus had been before Ami had come along. Marcus had pined after a woman he couldnât have for eight centuries and had been miserable.
Ethan did not want to follow his example.
Three human women approached. College students returning from a kegger by the looks of them. Giggles abounded as they chattered and staggered up the sidewalk in tiny steps made awkward by ridiculously high heels.
Lisette wouldnât be caught dead in those shoes. He loved that about her. She had had to conform to the binding, pinching, uncomfortable clothes of her time when she was mortal and said she would never do it again. Combat boots now dominated her nights, while bare feet were her preference by day.
Even her damned feet appealed to him.
Sheathing the knife, he swore and turned his head away so the women wouldnât see his eyes glow with frustration.
âYum,â one of them purred as they passed.
âHeâs so hot,â another whispered.
âIâd totally do him.â
A nice stroke of the old ego, but he couldnât care less about the trio . . . until dark figures slithered from the shadows and began to follow them.
Finally! Four vampires. A challenge for an immortal his age, but he was up to it.
Smiling, Ethan strode onward for a few more steps, then hung a U-ey and began to stalk the predators.
He gave a silent whistle. Two of them were about his size. Six foot four. Broad-shouldered. Packed with as much muscle as
She hadnât thought such necessary until Roland, Marcus, and Sarah had been attacked during the day, Rolandâs house set aflame with them inside it.
Lisette didnât linger in the shower. The sooner she left, the sooner she could take out a few vampires and return home. Surely Zach would awaken tonight. She just hoped, if he awoke while she was gone, that he would linger until she returned.
Upstairs, she packed on her favorite weaponsâshoto swords, daggers, and a pair of silencer-equipped Glock 18âs with thirty-round clips.
Grabbing her helmet, she headed outside and straddled her Hayabusa.
âBefore Iâm Deadâ floated on the night.
Lisette drew out her phone.
âDid you get a good nightâs sleep?â Tracy asked as soon as Lisette answered.
âI did,â Lisette lied. âWhere are you?â
âIâm still at Davidâs.â
Which meant every immortal on the premises would hear both sides of their conversation.
Instead of responding verbally, Lisette texted her: Can you spend another night and day there?
Â
Sure. Whatâs up?
Â
Will tell you later.
Â
OK.
Â
Seconds later, Lisette sped down a deserted North Carolina road, her thoughts consumed with the dark immortal in her bed.
Â
Â
Ethan prowled Dukeâs campus, full of restless energy. He hadnât encountered a single vampire all night. Not one!
Muttering beneath his breath, he slid a dagger from its sheath and began to toss it up in the air and catch it by the blade. It had taken him a while to learn how to do that without cutting himself, but he did it now absently as his eyes perused the shadows.
He was spoiling for a fight, damn it, and couldnât find one.
Heâd been spoiling for a fight ever since he had seen that big-ass immortal sprawled in Lisetteâs bed. Sure the guy had been bloody and banged up. But he had been in her bed. Her bed .
And she had been willing to risk her ass to help him. Willing to risk Ethanâs ass, too.
He scowled. And damned if he hadnât risked it for her. Or rather for him , whoever the bastard was.
What the hell was Lisette thinking, falling for someone on Sethâs shit list? Was she crazy?
No , he answered his own question. She isnât crazy. Sheâs fucking smitten .
Which was why he really, really needed to hit something right now.
Because he was still smitten with Lisette.
He had begun to fear he might always be, that he might end up like Marcus. Or like Marcus had been before Ami had come along. Marcus had pined after a woman he couldnât have for eight centuries and had been miserable.
Ethan did not want to follow his example.
Three human women approached. College students returning from a kegger by the looks of them. Giggles abounded as they chattered and staggered up the sidewalk in tiny steps made awkward by ridiculously high heels.
Lisette wouldnât be caught dead in those shoes. He loved that about her. She had had to conform to the binding, pinching, uncomfortable clothes of her time when she was mortal and said she would never do it again. Combat boots now dominated her nights, while bare feet were her preference by day.
Even her damned feet appealed to him.
Sheathing the knife, he swore and turned his head away so the women wouldnât see his eyes glow with frustration.
âYum,â one of them purred as they passed.
âHeâs so hot,â another whispered.
âIâd totally do him.â
A nice stroke of the old ego, but he couldnât care less about the trio . . . until dark figures slithered from the shadows and began to follow them.
Finally! Four vampires. A challenge for an immortal his age, but he was up to it.
Smiling, Ethan strode onward for a few more steps, then hung a U-ey and began to stalk the predators.
He gave a silent whistle. Two of them were about his size. Six foot four. Broad-shouldered. Packed with as much muscle as
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