Page 8 of Sinner's Sacrifice
The door opened automatically as he approached.
“Sir, there’s something you should know.”
Yvgeny looked up and down the alley. A woman in a red dress with long shapely legs was walking away at a trot. While wearing high heels. The dress hugged her body, highlighting an ass he’d been dying to sink his teeth into for months.
She disappeared around a corner.
There wasn’t anything around that corner. It was a dead end.
Fuck.
Maybe he was wrong. Maybe he was seeing things. He turned to Mason. “That was...?”
“Samantha, yeah. I used to wonder why you bothered to keep her around,” Mason drawled, sexual intent saturating his words. “Now, I get it.”
That tone, directed at Sam, set fire to Yvgeny’s gut. “No one touches her, but me,” he said with a snarl. “No one.”
Mason studied his face, straightened, and nodded. “Ah, I didn’t realize.” He watched Yvgeny closely. “Is she...special?”
Special was one of the words they used to refer to any human who had the right genes to become a vampire.
“Yes, in more ways than one,” Yvgeny told him as he strode down the alley.
He wanted to sprint, but if he did that, the security footage of the alley would reveal how incredibly fast he could move. His tech people were good at hiding the abnormal, but he tried not to overwork them. “Is she alone with the man she followed?”
“She didn’t give me a choice. She ordered me to stay inside, that she would handle this her way.”
They were nearing the corner. “This? What this?” Yvgeny demanded.
Before Mason could answer him, Yvgeny heard shouting and increased his pace. He and Mason came around the corner to discover Samantha standing a few feet away from a man who was kneeling on the ground, his hands covering his eyes. The spicy scent of pepper was thick enough in the air to make breathing uncomfortable.
Sam had a small spray canister in her right hand, pointed at the groveling man. “Who did it and tell me where to find him?” she ordered in a tone that said she’d spray him again if he didn’t answer her.
“You fucking bitch.” The words came out garbled as the unfortunate idiot spit pepper spray out of his mouth. He heaved a couple of times then spit some more. “I’m going to fucking kill you.”
“Tell me what I want to know or I’ll spray you again.”
“What happened?” Yvgeny asked, surprised at how guttural his voice sounded.
Sam took her attention off the groveling man and met Yvgeny’s gaze.
It hit him with a tangible slap—all the anger, determination, and frustration—lighting up her brilliant blue eyes.
Adrenaline and a whole host of other fight or flight hormones punched his system hard enough to make him vibrate with the need to do something, anything. Only hundreds of years of discipline and practice stopped him from moving.
“Go away,” Sam spat the words at him, as if they were as caustic as the pepper spray she’d used on the man in front of her.
She’d said those exact words to him once before. In a very similar situation. The only differences were the time of day, night instead of morning, and she hadn’t been wearing a dress. She’d worn a paramedic uniform with her hair tied up in a ponytail. No makeup, either.
And there had been the vampire sitting astride her, strangling her.
Now, she was dressed like a high-class escort. Red dress, high heels, makeup, and strawberry blonde hair done in a loose wavy style that made his hands shake to touch it.
He wanted to touch it. Touch her. To find out if the skin of her thighs was as soft as it looked.
“No,” he growled. “Who is this man?” He moved smoothly toward her. Not super-human fast, but quick enough to startle her. She backed up a couple of steps, putting distance between her and the man moaning on the ground.
Which was what he wanted. Her away from every other man on the planet besides him.