Free We Own the Night (The Night Songs Collection Book 3) by Kristen Strassel

to kill Rachel, the vampire. Long story short, I staked him, and Rachel lived.”
    The hair on the back of my neck stood up. Another female? Just what I needed. “What is she doing?”
    “Living a normal as possible life with the band’s rhythm guitarist,” Melanie added, her rage from seconds ago forgotten. “She couldn’t give a shit about dominating anyone.”
    I didn’t totally relax. “But what about Erin?”
    “We don’t know.” Melanie’s body slumped. “But she didn’t deserve it. Josiah, Rachel’s boyfriend, was poisoned as well out on tour. We think that maybe that, and Rachel, and Erin could be connected.”
    Could Blade have done this? No, the timing didn’t add up. If Melanie tried to destroy the band, why would Ryder want to protect her? Why would people be attacking Soul Divider?
    “Do you guys have any enemies?”
    Ryder shrugged. “I always ignored things like that. I couldn’t care less about things like rivalries. It’s possible, but the girls shouldn’t have had anything to do with it.”
    But he killed Drake. So what did Ryder care about? My spine stiffened again, reminding me I was possibly in enemy territory. With no idea what to do. This had to be the last time I put myself in this situation. “So what do you want me to do?”
    Ryder’s eyes had a hint of red again. “Make sure none of this shit continues.”

“H ello, Lover.” Noah wrapped his thin arm around my waist as he whispered in my ear. I was still so wrapped up in what had happened with Ryder and Melanie, I never sensed his approach, which sent me way over my usual irritation level with him.
    I shoved him away, sending him flying against a stack of road cases beside The Sin City Vampire Club stage. The stack imploded, landing heavily on his body. Good. I hoped he broke a bone or twenty.
    He shook it off easier than I would’ve liked. “That wasn’t very nice.”
    “What the fuck do you want?” I said through clenched teeth. My eyes burned. Did they turn red? I wished I could have asked him but it would have totally crushed any shred of credibility.
    “You, as always.” His voice pooled on my nerves like oil on water. “Speaking of fucking.”
    Would anyone miss this bastard if I killed him while Immortal Dilemma played? “You’re not going to get what you want here.”
    He pulled himself out of the rubble, wincing, and hobbled over to me. “You say that every time, lover.”
    I clenched him by the groin, squeezing his business as hard as I could through his lycra pants. His eyes bulged in their sockets. “Tell me whatever it is you feel the need to tell me, and then get the fuck out of here. Or I’ll keep Little Noah as a pet, do you understand me?”
    “You’re sexy as a dominant.” His voice strained. “You can pet me any time you like.”
    He had a point, although I’d never tell him. This being in control thing was heady. I twisted my hand, making him moan. So gross. “Make it quick.”
    “I wanted to be the first to tell you that Fire Dancer decided to call it quits, since one of your boyfriends killed our guitarist.”
    “Too bad he didn’t kill you instead.” I was really sad to hear about Fire Dancer. Besides Noah being a complete asshole who more or less tricked me into having sex with him under the guise of helping Blade, they were a great band. Without Jacey, they wouldn’t have been the same. But I didn’t tell him that. I smiled, making sure my fangs were visible. “But maybe he wanted me to have that chance.”
    “You know there’s a thin line between love and hate, muse.” He grunted. “I can fuck you like I hate you all day long.”
    I only let go of his crotch to smack him across the face. His body bowed, but besides a quick stagger, he stayed on his feet. A thin rivulet of blood ran from his nose down his chin. He touched his face gingerly, then licked the blood of his fingers in a way he probably meant to be seductive. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms against my