Free Femme Fatale by Cynthia Eden Page B

he’d seen the pain and betrayal in her eyes. Savannah had thought he’d been the one trying to kill her.
    Laughter reached Mick as he grabbed her and pulled her into his arms. “No, baby, no! Stay with me.
Stay!”
This couldn’t be happening. He’d—fuck it, he’d just found her. Savannah couldn’t die on him now.
    “N-not wood,” she whispered. “Can…tell…”
    His breath heaved out. If it wasn’t a wooden bullet, that meant she’d live. Right?
But she told me before how bad blood loss could be for a vamp.
Savannah was bleeding, far too much.
    “Mick, g-go—”
    He couldn’t go.
They
couldn’t go. Because the bastard who’d fired had closed in on him. Mick had been so fucking blindsided by her injuries that he hadn’t been paying attention to anything else. He felt a sharp jab in his neck. Mick kept one arm around Savannah even as he fumbled to pull up his gun.
    Will stood there. Smiling at him. Will lifted his hands and a syringe fell to the ground. “You wouldn’t shoot an unarmed man, would you?” Will asked him. “That’s not something a good cop does.”
    “N-not…cop…” He tried to aim that gun at Will.
    But his whole body had turned sluggish. That bastard Will had drugged him—a sharp injection in the back of the neck.
Just like the other victims.
And suddenly, in that last instant, it all made sense.
    Will…
He’d been at Intoxication. He’d had access to both Ben and Steve. While the guy had been behind the bar, he’d been watching and taking note of everything and everyone. He’d realized that Savannah was a vampire.
    And did you want to be one, too?
    “Thanks for killing Kale for me. That prick had it coming. That’s what you get for attacking
me,
” Will muttered.
    Mick’s body slumped forward. He couldn’t make his fingers work. Couldn’t keep his eyes open.
    “We need to get out of here, though. Before someone reports all that damn smoke. Kale was such an idiot—you got to do things way more low key.”
    “
Mick…”
Savannah’s voice was a bare breath of sound. “Are you…still with me?”
    “Don’t fight it, man,” Will said at the same time. “No sense in it. You’re out from the drugs, my own special mix of sedatives. She’s weak from blood loss.
You’re both mine.
When you wake up, the real fun will begin.”
    Fun…what fun? Would he be drained of blood, just like Ben and Steve? And what about Savannah? What would happen to her?
    Have to stop him.
    But he was losing consciousness. Too fast. With his last bit of strength, Mick gasped out, “Bite…me…”
    Will laughed. “A fighter to the end, huh, asshole? Let’s see just how much you fight when I get my tubes hooked into your throat and I drain every single bit of blood from your body.”
    Mick slumped forward, falling onto Savannah. And Savannah…
    He felt the press of her teeth against him.
    Hell, yes, baby. Hell, yes.
    ***
    Will had transported them in the back of a van. Some big, black van that the guy had hidden close to Savannah’s house. Will had tied Savannah up, securing her hands behind her back and even tying her ankles together. Normally, ropes wouldn’t hold her for long, but her wounds had been pretty bad.
    And she’d only had time for the barest of drinks from Mick.
    Mick.
    He was beside her in the van. Not tied up, but completely out. Will probably thought that Mick wasn’t a threat. He was wrong. So very wrong.
    And I hope I didn’t misunderstand Mick. Because there is no going back from what I did.
    But while they’d been in the back of that van, she’d tried to make things up to him. She’d crawled her way—rather worm-like—toward him. She’d put her bound wrists to his mouth. She’d cut her wrists on the rope, heaving and sawing desperately as she tried to get free.
    Her wrists had been bleeding, and she’d given Mick that blood.
    And I gave you freedom, too. You’ll never be under anyone’s control.
    Provided, of course, that they managed to live through