Free Bloody Broken (A Bloody Series Book #2) by Emily Barker Page A

vehicle.
        “You steal this?” She asked.
        “I borrowed it.” He gritted through his teeth. “I hadn’t the time to get mine out of the garage.
        “I take it you followed me here. That’s a bit creepy, you know?”
        “I didn’t know where you were going. You might have been rushing head long into an ambush for all I knew.” He started the car and pulled back out, heading towards the hotel.
        “Heading into a testosterone ambush maybe.” She mumbled. “How are you even awake right now? It’s 4:30. Why aren’t you sizzling like bacon in a frying pan?” She asked. He ignored the visual she was conjuring. 
       “Don’t worry about how I’m doing it.” He wasn’t about to let that secret slip to the Weres. He shouldn’t even have taken the damn potion at all, but he hadn’t been thinking clearly when she left.
        “Is it because you’re super old?” She asked.
        “Super ol….” He wasn’t going to rise to the bait. Damn infuriating wench. She stared at him, waiting for him to answer. When he didn’t, she crossed her arms over her chest and turned to stare out the window.
        “You’re breaking the steering wheel,” she muttered. He loosened his grip, but didn’t say another word.
     
        Vic had no idea how Adam was out at this time of day, but it just figured with her luck she would be shackled to the one Vamp that wasn’t restricted by the sun. At least she hoped he was the only one. She had told herself as she was slinking off that she would be back before he even noticed. Apparently he noticed right away. She made a mental note not to underestimate him again. He headed back to the hotel, dropping the stolen car off at the pickup zone. He must be controlling the humans around them, because there was a police cruiser parked behind them questioning people about the stolen vehicle, and no one looked up as they pulled in. He still hadn’t said a word as they went up to his room.
        “I was coming back, you know?” She tried. He didn’t even turn around. “You didn’t have to go all He-Man on me, it’s not like we’re going steady now or anything.” He glanced at her, but still said nothing. As they reached his room, she had decided that two could play the silent treatment game, and if he wasn’t going to talk than neither was she. As she walked into the room, she turned to tell him so, but before she could he grabbed her shoulder and spun her around. He grasped the back of her head and bent to crush his mouth down to hers. All thoughts fled her mind at the touch of his tongue seeking entrance past her lips. It hadn’t even been half a day since they had last tasted each other, but their passion flared just as bright as the night before. He eventually stopped the kiss, and when she assumed he was going to walk away, he instead wrapped his arms around her and just stood there holding her. She didn’t know how to respond, so she just stood there. It felt nice actually. Just to be held. She reached up and put her arms around his waist.
        “I’m sorry. I understand why this mission means so much to you. I shouldn’t have tried to tell you how to go about doing it. Please, just let me know what you want me to do, and I’ll do it. Or to the best of my ability.” He said over her head. She pulled out of his grasp enough to look up at him.
         “Are you for fucking real?” She asked, incredulous.
        “Of course I am. I let the fear over your leaving talk me into thinking I had some say in what you do, and that was wrong. I’m truly sorry.” He was staring at her dead in the eyes as he said this. Eventually he had to reach up and close her mouth for her again.
        “Did you have some bad blood this morning?” She wasn’t near ready to believe what he was saying. Despite the fact that she could tell he was telling the truth. Men never said they were sorry for acting like asses . Ever.
        “Only