Angel of Darkness (The Fallen #1)(66)

She needed a weapon stronger than her claws. “I wasn’t going to hurt you that night. I was just—”

“Thirsty.” He smiled and his teeth looked far too sharp to be human.

Vampire? No, a vamp wouldn’t care if she got a little hungry.

He lifted his hand and his claws were out. Not sharpened, razor-sharp fingernails like she had but actual, real claws. The kind an animal would have.

Oh, shit.

That scent, the claws ...

“Figuring it out, eh? Took you long enough.” He sauntered closer.

Weapon!

The fire sputtered on the ground but there was a broken bottle nearby. She grabbed it and held the jagged glass toward him. Glass had worked for her once before.

“Did you think that since you’re undead, you’re at the top of the food chain now?” His teeth snapped together. “Not even close.”

“Y-you’re a shifter.” She should have realized that fact sooner. But she’d been so hungry in Mexico. She’d noticed the scent was off, but ... bad mistake.

“Um. Guess I am.” He shrugged. “That glass isn’t goin’ to hurt me. Unlike you, I’m not weak during the day.” His dark gaze dropped to her neck. “If I wanted, I could rip out your throat right now.”

As weak as she felt, that might be a possibility.

Ten days. Nine, eight ... who knew what was left?

Her nostrils flared. Was that flowers in the air? Did the smell come from the woods or from ...

Time’s counting down.

“But I don’t want to kill you. Not yet, anyway.” Carlos leapt at her. He grabbed the broken bottle and yanked it from her hands. He hauled her close to him, and the slam of his body against her burned flesh had her screaming in agonized pain. He caught her hair and wrenched her head back. “I f*cking hate vamps!”

Who didn’t? She bit her lip to hold back another cry.

“You’re a screamer. Ah, I like that.” His claws slipped down her cheek. “Before we’re done, I’ll make sure you scream plenty.”

Her own claws were lengthening as the rage and fear built. Her fangs burned and if she had the chance, she’d— “What ?” He wrenched back her head. “You want my throat?”

Yes.

“You wanted it that night in Mexico, too, didn’t you?”

She’d wanted blood. “Not like ...” she gritted, “I can stop the thirst.”

His brows lowered at that. “No, I don’t guess you can.” He shrugged. “You still smell fresh, not like the decomposing piles of shit vamps usually are.”

Well, great for her.

“Didn’t introduce myself formally before,” he murmured and finally lifted those rip-me-open claws away from her. “Name’s Carlos Guerro.”

“I don’t care who you are!”

“No, you never did. That was part of the problem.” The faint lines around his eyes tightened. “You just wanted to drain me.”

She swallowed. The pain was making her nauseous and the throbs from the blisters wouldn’t stop. “He’ll be back,” she whispered. Keenan hadn’t deserted her. She’d seen the fierce rage in him. He’d gone after the hunters, but he’d be back.

“Good.” His smile flashed once more. “I’m rather counting on that, querida.”





Keenan’s entire focus centered on the hunter, Mike. Keenan’s motorcycle sped up as the bike ate up the road. He drove faster, faster.

As the group roared down the road, two of the men lost control of their bikes. They crashed and their bikes slid right off the road.

Mike didn’t slow at the crash. Just revved his engine, and drove faster.

Not fast enough.

Keenan had the bastard’s scent. Fear and fury and fire. Mike wouldn’t get away.

Keenan could still see Nicole’s tears.

His front wheel pushed into Mike’s bike. With a scream of metal, the hunter’s motorcycle flipped, sending that jerk flying through the air.

Mike’s two surviving men kept racing away. Keenan didn’t go after them. He’d get to them later.

The fire of his vision centered only on Mike, only on the man who was scrambling across the road, moving like a crab and laughing as blood poured from his nose.

“B-bitch is dead!”

Keenan’s fists were at his sides. “She didn’t plan to kill your brother. Another vampire forced her to attack him.” If this Mike was really a vampire hunter, he would know all about mind control and compulsions.

Mike lifted his gun. Aimed and fired.

The bullet never broke Keenan’s skin.

“What the f*ck?”

“She gave you the chance to walk away.” Everything around him was red. The fury nearly blinded him. “Then you came back, and you burned her.” He shook his head. “It’s ending. You’re not hurting her again, you’re not—”

Mike’s laughter stopped him.

“Left ... her ...” Mike spat blood and what looked like a tooth onto the ground. “Fool ... did just what he ... said.”

The wind seemed to chill. “Who? Who said?”

More laughter. “Left her ... dead before you get back.”

No, her attackers had been gone. She’d still been conscious, and he’d stopped the fire. She’d said ...