He stood there with his hand still up. He waited a few moments. Just a few, and then—

Keenan heard her scream. He heard the telltale thuds of fists in battle. He heard a man cry out in agony.

If only she had trusted him …

Then the squeal of tires echoed in the dying night and burnt rubber filled his nose. The men had gotten their prize. They’d captured their vamp.

Pity. They should have listened to him. He never lied. Never made idle threats.

Now it was time for them to die.

The jerks had tossed her into the trunk. Like that was going to hold her inside. Maybe if they’d waited until the sun was higher in the sky she’d have been trapped, but not now.

She lifted her knees up and slammed them into the metal above her. The lock popped with a shriek and the trunk flew open.

The car immediately swerved, jerking to the right, then to the left. Nicole sat up and grabbed the back of the car. She knew she’d have to jump for it, and hitting that pavement would hurt. But it wasn’t like it would be the first time she’d had some flesh ripped away.

A bullet zinged by her head. She ducked, seeing too late the pickup truck that was zooming behind her. The pickup—and the man hanging out the passenger’s side with the gun pointed at her.

Where the hell were cops when she needed them?

And, of course, no one else was on the road. Those awake at this hour were still straggling out of the bars, and they sure as hell weren’t on this lonely stretch of road.

On my own. Maybe she should have listened to the hunter.

And maybe he would have just staked her the moment she let down her guard.

Oh, well. She heaved up and jumped out of the car.

The guy fired again. Missed.

She hit the pavement, and, yes, that flesh tore right off her arm. She rolled, then hit again. Rolled.

The truck came charging right for her.

She kept tumbling, aiming her body for the edge of the highway and that incline she could see waiting.

The car’s driver slammed on the brakes and the squeal hurt her ears.

They’d have to hunt her on foot once she made it off the highway. If she could make it off the highway.

The sun was creeping up in the sky, and she could feel the weakness starting to leaden her limbs.

Carlos—the guy she’d thought was such an prime mark back at the cantina—ran toward her. Dammit, she should have realized that setup had been too easy. When would she learn?

She rolled down the ravine, and after a few bumps, she sank into the shelter of the trees. Those jerks wouldn’t have a target now. Not a clear one, anyway. The rasp of her breath seemed too loud.

Vampires weren’t supposed to hide. They were supposed to be the big, tough badasses.

But she was still new to this whole vampire business and being a badass had never come easy to her. She couldn’t even get her claws out right then. That damn sun …

Silence.

Nicole blinked. There’d been shouting a moment before. Yells in Spanish to get the “Devil’s whore!” The coming sun hadn’t drained her strength when they’d first attacked. She’d still had enough power that when she’d swung out with her right fist, she’d broken the older guy’s jaw. But then they’d all swarmed her and tossed her into that trunk.

But now …

Silence.

Her nose twitched. She knew that smell. It was a scent every vampire craved. Blood.

A car engine roared to life. She lifted up a bit and saw the vehicle fishtail as it tore down the road.

And there were two dead bodies in the middle of the highway.

Nicole glanced to the left …

“You should have listened to me.”

Keenan. The hunter she couldn’t shake.

He tossed a stake onto the ground. It rolled toward her. “Guess what Romeo wanted to shove into your heart?”

Not Romeo—Carlos. That was the name he’d given her. “You … killed him?”

“No. He got away with some of his men.”

Some. Yes, a look at the bodies had told her that some hadn’t been lucky enough to escape. “You killed them.”

His lips twisted. “I didn’t have to. Your humans were piss-poor shots. When they were aiming at you, they took out their own men.”

She didn’t believe him. Not really. But … Her gaze trekked back to the dead men. The blood pooled beneath their bodies.

There had been so many shots while she ran.

“I didn’t touch them,” he said, and her stare snapped back to him. “There was no need. They killed each other. Humans are good at that.”




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