Damian's Assassin

"I don't give a shit where I live."

"You have a nice view from your apartment."

No response.

"Am I your prisoner or are you some sort of really weird Good Samaritan that's gonna let me go when we get to where we're going?" she asked with a sigh. "I'm kinda not digging this whole put-me-in-the-bathtub-and-suck-my-blood gig."

He glanced at her.

"So, if you could tell me either way," she continued. "I don't think you want me imprisoned in your apartment. I'd use the wrong towel or leave a dish out, and then you'd be threatening to kill me again. It just won't work. It's better if you let me go."

"You're a prisoner."

"For how long?" she asked, frowning.

"Not your concern."

"What are you going to do with me?"

"Right now, I'm thinking of gagging you," he snapped.

She swallowed her other questions and twisted her hands in her lap, distraught.

Dusty almost felt bad for snapping at her, but she was driving him crazy. He glanced at her again. She was staring out the window. His gaze lingered, and he took in the beautiful doe brown eyes, deep set and large, framed by long eyelashes. Her skin was caramel, her long brown hair falling in fat ringlets around her elfin features. She was built the way a woman should be: shapely, with large breasts, plump lips, tiny waist, and rounded hips and ass. She was toned and curvy, her skin as soft as her voice.

He hadn't thought twice about Toni's message that he'd delivered the package from the stash house to his condo until he walked in and discovered the vamp he expected was a woman. She didn't have Jenn's drop dead, gorgeous beauty or Sofi's classic, cool beauty. Bianca was the epitome of adorable, her dark eyes sparkling and warm, and her sweet glow innocent and fresh. She didn't realize her natural effect on men, what with the sultry sway of her hips and ass and her large, dark eyes.

He hadn't paid much attention to any woman in many, many years, but couldn't help thinking her one of the most attractive he'd ever met. If shit was about to hit the fan like he suspected, he'd rather not spend his last days alone. Then again, if his shithead friends in Europe answered their phones, he wouldn't.

Sofi wanted her watched for some reason. After the trip to the hospital, he'd drop her off for the Oracle to deal with and go back to work, where maybe he could shake his sense of doom by killing some vamps.

"Oh, my god!" Bianca exclaimed.

He glanced out the window and realized he'd pulled in the entrance for the emergency room and morgue. Bianca gazed at him, pale and stricken. Her hands trembled.