Page 69 of Heartbeat Girl
Focus, Jayne!
“Do you mean you can go without feeding from others? How? There’s no way I can feed you alone.”
“We won’t know until we try.”
I closed my eyes and pushed him slightly. “I can’t do that. The uncertainty scares me. So, I’m just supposed to let you go back to feeding from other people when we find out I’m not enough?”
His blackened stare lifted to mine. “Just ask me not to feed from anyone. When I say I won’t, it will be my promise to you.”
“This is crazy. We’re both crazy. I can’t ask that of you. We mean nothing to each other.”
“You are and will always be everything to me. How about we ditch the other two, and you invite me into your bedroom?”
That sounded far too tempting. My damp panties were proof of that.
“That’s…” My eyes rolled back as he dragged his lips over my neck. With a shaky hand, I gripped his hair. “A terrible idea.”
Goodness, his lips were Heaven against my skin.
Liam pushed me against mymotel door. I gulped and fumbled with the small purse at my side, but Liam gave me no room to turn. Instead, he took over, grabbing the key card and sliding it through the locking mechanism.
I blinked, and Liam was gone. I screamed, arms flapping, and eyes snapping open as my body fell through the doorway. With Liam no longer holding me, I fell on my ass. I glanced at the empty hallway.
“Liam?”
Where did he go?
Then I heard it. The shattering of glass and a loud thump. Forgetting I was probably safer on my floor, I rushed for the stairway. It seemed quicker to run than wait in the elevator. I bumped into a woman in the hall. I wheezed as I stumbled and nearly lost my footing on the step.
She grabbed my arm and said, “Careful.”
“Thanks.” When I turned, I froze. Her beauty was as smooth as her voice—short black hair and emeralds for eyes—made a person stop and stare. She wore a leather jacket.
“I’m sorry. I’m in a hurry.”
“Are you sure you want to go that way?”
I paused. Her question was odd, and a slight chill swept up my spine.
“Sounds like someone’s fighting down there. You might want to let the police take care of it.”
I turned and walked backward down the steps. Call it intuition or being way too paranoid, but I was too wary to take my eyes off her. She stood at the top with her hands tucked in her jacket. She smiled as she watched me.
“Thanks for your concern,” I said.
Once I reached the band’s floor, I turned toward their room. Why did I ask for a different floor? No more being separated.
Fuck my privacy!
My heart pounded so hard I thought I might be having a mild heart attack. I didn’t know what was going on. I didn’t know if the guys were okay.Did Marilyn find them? More of her people?
I spotted a curtain blowing through the broken window. Bile rose in my throat. Oh God. No glass was out in the hall, which meant someone busted through it. My gut churned as I rushed through the opened door. My hand went to my mouth. So muchred.A mess of crimson dripped from Liam’s hands as he stood beside Pete. Blood covered Pete’s shirt, too, as he turned toward the left side of the room. I followed his movement.
“Steve!”
He was slouched against the wall beside the dresser. He smiled, then winced as I crouched in front of him. A knife was embedded in his chest.
“Why haven’t you taken it out yet?” I went to touch it, and Steve snatched my wrist.