Page 4 of The Vampire's Storm

Fuck that.

“Hello sunshine.” Logan grinned as annoyed eyes locked with his. “We meet again.”

“I thought he was banned,” Brooklyn said, ignoring him.

She could ignore him all she liked. He knew attraction when he saw it. Her decolletage was pink and her pupils slightly dilated.

So the little human likes me. Interesting.

“Logan can leave when he can stand,” Ari said, turning quickly to glare his way.

Great.

Nobody wanted to be on the end of Ari’s wrath, and he’d already told him the scientist was under his protection. So he winked at Brooklyn to make her more uncomfortable.

“I’ll be out of your pretty hair soon, little mouse,” he whispered.

“Not soon enough,” she muttered, and he wanted to snap back, telling her she was the one that didn’t fucking belong.

Craig began to climb off the table, but his legs failed him. “Mother fucking fuck, shit, cunt, fuckers.” He began cursing loudly and scrambled to his feet.

Logan watched Ari rub a hand over his face, clearly covering a grin.

“Babe, just wait. You can’t do anything until the serum clears your system,” Brianna said, grabbing his arms like she’d be able to hold the nearly three-hundred-pound, solid-muscle vampire.

At a guess.

“You aren’t a nurse!” Craig snapped at his mate.

Woah.

The entire room went quiet.

Craig was one of the most protective vampires in the race when it came to his mate. For him to snap at Brianna was...it never happened.

Logan glanced from face to face, waiting for someone to say something. Ari, Sage, and Brooklyn stared while Kurt and Marcus began to wake up.

Brianna stood and planted her hands on her hips, glaring at the commander. “Craig Giordano, don’t you dare speak to me like that.”

The king walked into the room.

“We don’t know where he is,” Vincent said.

“Who?” Kurt asked, shuffling to the edge of his table. “Fuck that shit. Last damn time, I swear it.”

None of them liked the serum.

Obviously.

Nothing in their history had ever been able to incapacitate them. But after capturing and experimenting on a few of their vampires, the pharmaceutical company, BioZen, had produced the product they despised.

Now, it had landed in the hands of Bratva leader, Nikolay Mikhailov, who was attempting to mass produce it before revealing their race to humanity.

They had remained hidden for over fifteen hundred years. He sought to scare humans and profit from the serum which he’d market as the one thing that could protect them.

And let’s face it, humans would buy it in bulk.

They might romanticize vampires in books and movies, but any time in history when there had been something more powerful than them, humans had destroyed it.