these little favors are going to add up, wolf.â
Jayce snorted and stepped back. âSheâs in the living room.â
As he and his vamp friend entered the living room, both Kat and Cece looked up. Kat wasnât surprisedbecause heâd told her what he was doing, but Ceceâs dark eyes were confused.
âAre you with the police?â she asked Niko, who looked like a biker, wearing beat-up jeans, scuffed shit-kickers, and an equally worn leather jacket.
The vamp was over five hundred years old and had more money than some countries, but you couldnât tell from the way he dressed.
Niko covered the distance to her in the span of a heartbeat and knelt in front of her. As he did, Kat stood and stepped away.
âIâm sorry for what you went through tonight, but Iâm going to make it better. Okay?â he asked in that rough voice of his. It didnât matter that he was a vamp and basically immortal, his voice would never change. Right before Niko had been turned his throat had been slit and had never healed properly during the change from human to vamp.
Cece looked confused, but nodded.
As Niko talked to her, Kat hurried to Jayceâs side.
You trust him?
she asked telepathically.
With my life.
That wasnât something he said lightly or about many people. Which explained Katâs raised eyebrows.
You could have gone a little easier on her,
she chastised.
He shrugged and wrapped an arm around Katâs shoulders. He wasnât used to being soft with anyone, except her. For her heâd do damn near anything.
Thatâs why youâre here.
Rolling her eyes, she nudged him with her elbow.
What do we do now?
Go home, get some sleep, and in a few hours weâll hunt down Ceceâs friends. I donât think theyâre involved, but itâs a possibility.
Kat frowned and looked back at the human and Niko. Niko was staring deeply into her eyes and scrubbing her recent memories.
What about Cece?
Niko will stay and watch over her in case she wasnât randomly targeted.
Unlike a lot of vamps, Niko actually liked humans. For all his rough exterior, the ancient vamp was oddly protective of the physically weaker species. It was one of the reasons Jayce respected him.
If you trust him, I trust him.
Kat leaned into Jayce, wrapping her arm tighter around him.
The feel of her lush body against his was something heâd never tire of. A few months ago he hadnât thought it possible for him to have the life he wanted with the female he wanted more than his next breath. Some days he was terrified he was going to wake up and find out this was all a dream. Or that sheâd be targeted by one of his enemies. That was something he simply had to live with. Luckily he was strong and so was she. His female could take care of herself if push came to shove. And heâd continue to keep training her every day to make sure she never lost that edge.
Heâd seen firsthand what happened to a male when he lost his mate. His own brother, who he hadnât heard from in hundreds of years, had lost his pregnant mate to a feral coyote. It had been bloody and horrifying. His brother had gone crazy, attacking Jayce in a fit of rage. Jayce had let him because heâd known the male was suffering worse than any physical pain could inflict.Heâd stopped his brother only because he hadnât wanted to go blind, but now he was scarred, a reminder of all his brother had lost and what Jayce could lose too. Hell, he didnât even know if his brother was alive. Some days he thought about searching for him, but fuck it. If he wanted to find Jayce, he could. His brother was the one whoâd left all those years ago, turned his back on Jayce, the only family heâd had.
At a buzzing sound, Kat reached into her front pocket and pulled out her cell phone. She snorted and held it out for him to see.
If u 2 donât have curfews neither should I! Where r u?
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Jennifer Youngblood, Sandra Poole