Free Lunar Marked (Sky Brooks Series Book 4) by McKenzie Hunter Page B

Forcing focus, she kept her eyes trained on him, attempting to give her undivided attention.
    “Sebastian has some questions for you,” he said.
    With much effort, she looked at Sebastian.
    “Have you seen Kelly?” Sebastian asked.
    Slipping her gaze to Gavin for a second, she quickly returned it to Sebastian. “Your human pet?”.
    “Yes, the woman that works for us,” he said.
    “Is she missing?” she asked in a low, despondent voice.
    “Yes, have you seen her? It’s been brought to my attention that you threatened her. Did you hurt her?”
    Sebastian finally garnered her attention. She tilted her head, the wilted deviant smile a reminder of her past as the psychotic woman who killed several people in cold blood, who was nothing more than a ball of unfettered violence.
    “No, I didn’t hurt your pet.” She dismissed him with a roll of her eyes before returning to her seat on the sofa as though we had disappeared.
    “Did you have anything to do with her being missing? Have you had contact with her since the last time you visited our house?” Sebastian asked.
    She turned, barely. A hapless glare rested in our direction for a moment, her voice soft. “I don’t allow others to do my work for me. If I wanted her dead, I would have done it. If I wanted to hurt her, that too is something I would have handled. I don’t see the purpose of abducting if it isn’t to kill.” Once again, she had withdrawn from the conversation and focused on the television in front of her, which wasn’t turned on.
    “You have your answers, but if I hear anything, I will let you know,” Demetrius said, ending the interrogation. One of the more favorable qualities about vampires is that they didn’t lie. Their narcissism and egos gave them a sense of entitlement that makes them feel and act as if they are exempt from consequences for their actions. And they felt that everyone else should take that stance as well.
    “Now may I ask my questions, Skylar?” My name rolled off his tongue in a velvet-soft seductive drawl. He wasn’t asking permission; he never did, for anything. It was a simple courtesy that he offered.
    “It is a pleasure seeing you again.” He took hold of my hand, then he brought it to his face, a gentle, smooth movement as he inhaled, his nose barely touching my skin before his cool lips did. Demetrius was beauty and seduction, violence and sin, treachery and torture wrapped in a beautiful package. Everything about him was a warning and I didn’t trust him past the front door just four feet away.
    “I have a couple of questions for you, Skylar.”
    He was so close that all he had to do was just bend down and his lips would have easily touched mine.
    “I have some questions of my own, do you mind if I ask them first?” I countered.
    I appraised him for a long time, then looked down at his hand, now holding mine. Demetrius’s attractiveness disguised his cruel proclivities. He was dangerous, and no amount of gentle reassurance and touching would ever make me forget it.
    He inched closer, amused by my attention. His head tilted with a look of intrigue and curiosity, so I finally asked my question.
    “Is this supposed to be seductive or creepy? I want to cast my vote as it being creepy. So. Very. Creepy. And on the perv scale of 1 through 10”—I looked down at my hand as he slowly and rhythmically brushed against it, a prelude to what I assumed was more unwanted fondling—“I’m going to give it a hard 9.”
    His movements were fluid and graceful as he released his grasp but his fingers trailed along the sides of my hand, slowly and steadily. He stepped back, his smile dwindling to a smirk as his eyes narrowed to study me with a new and odd interest. He looked at me, but directed his comment to Sebastian. “She’s turned out to be more than any of us could have expected. Your protégée is quite something. It must be nice to have been given unformed clay that you can mold into what you want. I for