couldnât go back. I couldnât keep in touch with them.â
Bitterness overwhelming him, he released it in a short chuckle. âBut yet youâre here for your sister.â
âI havenât been there for my sister,â she said, guilt dimming the brightness of her eyes. âI havenât seen her in twenty yearsâ¦until tonight, until you put her in danger to draw me out. Why?â
âYou know why.â Or at least he had been convinced she would know, but her confusion and surprise over his brotherâs death seemed genuine. âFor Bryanâ¦â
âBryan wouldnât want you to hurt me,â she pointed out. Correctly.
âYouâre doing this for yourself,â she said. âFor revenge for something I didnât doâfor something I never could have done. I couldnât have hurt Bryan. He was my friend.â Her voice cracked again with undeniable pain. âMy best friendâ¦â
Liamâs head pounded, maybe from the fight with the professor. The vampire had nearly strangled the life from Liam. If not for this womanâs interference, the professor probably would have killed Liam. Despite his boot-camp training and sixteen-year career in the marines, Liam hadnât been able to match the monsterâs strength. While heâd made a point of learning everything about the secret society, he wasnât one of them. He was a vampire hunter, but the only vampire heâd ever sought to kill was her .
Maybe his head also pounded because of the doubt now plaguing him. What if she spoke the truth? What if she knew nothing about Bryanâs murder?
Her body went limp beneath his, her face paling as the sky grew lighter. He could kill her easily now. He wouldnât even need the special weapon heâd made to fire the stake into her heart. He could impale her chest with his bare hands. Then he would finally have the revenge that had driven his life for the past twenty years.
Unless she was innocentâ¦
Then he would become the cold-blooded killer heâd thought he had been hunting for two decades. He would be just as much a monster as a member of the Secret Vampire Society.
Chapter Two
Strong arms encircled Jennifer as the man carried her down the dimly lit, underground corridor. She hadnât been carried since sheâd been a child. Hadnât been loved or protected in so many years. Since sheâd become a vampiress, someone had been interested in her â so interested that heâd actually made her feel unsafe, and sheâd been hiding from him as much as sheâd been hiding from her sister. That man didnât love her, though.
This man didnât love her, either. And he certainly didnât intend to protect her. Liam McKiernan intended to kill her for what he thought sheâd done.
âWhy didnât you just leave me for dead?â she asked, her voice raspy as her strength slowly ebbed back. âOr wouldnât that have been good enough for you? You want the satisfaction of killing me yourself.â
âIs this it?â he asked, his pale eyes squinting as he peered through the shadows.
She glanced toward the door, in front of where heâd stopped, and nodded. âItâs my apartment.â And she had no idea why sheâd let him bring her here except that she hadnât been thinking when heâd asked where she lived. Jennifer had barely been conscious. The rising sun had weakened her physically and the news of Bryanâs death had weakened her emotionally.
Poor Bryanâ¦
How could this man think that she would have murdered her best friend? She struggled against his grasp, trying to slide down his body. But he held her tight.
âWhereâs your key?â
âAbove the door.â What did it matter now if he knew where she lived or where she hid her key? The only way she would be able to stop him from killing her would be if she killed him first.
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