Free Night Series Collection: Books 1 and 2 by RS Black Page A

nose of his. He was a walking lie detector, able to scent out a lie—or an omission—through the pheromones a body secreted. Yeah, seriously.
    “Did you kill them all?”
    Hmm, to tell the truth or not to tell the truth, that is the question.
    “Dora,” he said low, and I could hear him growing impatient.
    “Three,” I finally admitted, though reluctantly.
    “What happened to the fourth vamp?” His voice was silky, deadly.
    Hair the shade of liquid gold framed his head like a halo, eyes the color of purest indigo stared back at me through a face carved for sin. He pressed his heated body along the length of mine. Every hard line trembling with suppressed rage. As mad as he clearly was I could still feel his thickness growing against my thigh. He looked like some avenging angel. But this angel had fangs that wouldn’t hesitate to rip someone’s throat out. Namely mine.
    “It’s dead,” I whispered.
    “Who...killed...it...Pandora?” He ran his sharp teeth along the curve of my ear, warm breath fanning my neck, making me shiver. I was as turned on as I was scared.
    I debated how best to put it.
    He grabbed my bandaged arm, thumb digging into the wound that had finally begun to close. I felt a rush of heat and knew he’d torn me open again.
    “That bloody hurt. You bastard.”
    “I will not ask again.”
    I twisted my lips, wanting to spite him, but knowing it served no purpose other than my own greedy need to make him beg for it. “I don’t know, okay. I don’t have a clue.”
    He cocked his head to the side, hand relaxing. “What do you mean you don’t know?”
    “Would you like me to spell it out for you? I D-o-n-’t know. Clear enough?”
    Luc snarled, and I laughed, which startled him. I’m sure he’d been expecting me to pounce, not giggle.
    “You know, you’re really cute when you show me your fangs. Show me again,” I teased him, running my hands up his bare chest.
    “You’re sick, you know that, right?” He shook his head, mouth tilting at the corner.
    I breathed a small sigh of relief, my joke cutting through the thick fog of tension. I don’t mind admitting, having Luc’s entire focus fixed on you is creepy and not in a creepy cool kinda way either.
    He combed his fingers through his hair, shoulders slumping. He looked tired and I wasn’t sure if it was this situation, the carnival, or something else. I wasn’t going to ask either.
    “The bodies still out there?”
    I nodded. “I’ve got the clearing warded so no one stumbles across it.”
    “Did you cut out the hearts yet?”
    I thought about the kid and swallowed hard. Someday I will deal with all the things I’ve done and maybe even mourn the necessity of it. I wasn’t usually squeamish, but his death had unnerved me. What could have made a thirteen-year-old boy choose the life he’d chosen? A real waste of a promising life. “No.”
    Luc hooked my chin. “What’s wrong?” His voice was soft, soothing.
    I moved away from him, turned my back and hugged my arms to my chest, feeling cold inside. There wasn’t much humanity left in me, I was more demon than human, but I cherished what little bit there was. I knew Luc didn’t want me to admit to having feelings, but I did. So what if it made me weaker than the others? Or less neph than I should be? Maybe I didn’t want to embrace my darkness the way the others did, and I knew that if I cut the kid’s heart out I’d step completely over the gray line I’d always towed. I couldn’t bear the thought of giving up that last piece of me.
    He slipped his arms around my waist, resting his head on my shoulder. “Dora, you can tell me.”
    I closed my eyes and no longer cared what he or anybody else thought. “I can’t do it.” I turned and shoved him away, more mad at myself than him. “I can’t do it and I won’t, so don’t ask.”
    He studied me, face an unreadable mask. I couldn’t tell if he was angry, disappointed, or otherwise. “Can you guide us to the