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He stripped off his black duster and wrapped it around her shoulders. Je
“You’re bleeding, too,” she murmured, more alarmed by his injury than by the thought that her rescuer was a vampire.
He shrugged off her concern. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll live. It takes more than that to slow down one of my kind. You, however …”
The way he said it, the grave look that ran across his face as his shaded eyes drifted to her bleeding thigh, seemed almost accusatory.
“Come on,” he said, reaching out to gently scoop her into his arms. “I’ve got you now.”
He carried her out of the refrigerated room like she was nothing but feathers in his arms. At five foot eight and fit, a tomboy from the time she took her first steps, Je
She had always been the protector, the first one into danger. She hated that she was so vulnerable now, but Brock’s solid arms felt so good underneath her, she couldn’t muster the will to be offended. She held on tight as he strode through the small plant, past the grisly meat hangers and more than one broken, lifeless person lying on the floor.
Je
As Brock stepped off the stoop, a sleek black SUV rolled up from a cross street. It came to a stop at the curb and Kade jumped out of the backseat.
“Ah, fuck,” Alex’s mate growled. “I smell blood.”
“She’s been shot,” Brock said, his deep voice grave.
Kade stepped closer. “You okay?” he asked her, his light gray eyes taking on a faint yellow light in the gathering darkness. Je
Brock grunted, dark humor beneath the dangerous tone of his voice. “Messy.”
“Figures,” Kade said, quirking a wry look at him. “You don’t look so good yourself, my man. Nice hit to the shoulder. We need to get Je
“The human is my responsibility,” Brock said, his chest vibrating against Je
Je
CHAPTER
Six
How we doing?” Renata asked Brock from behind the wheel of the black Rover as the vehicle sped out of South Boston on a course for the Order’s compound. Her green eyes flicked to the rearview mirror, slender dark brows knit in a frown. “Our ETA’s about fifteen minutes out. Everything okay back there?”
“Yeah,” Brock replied, glancing down to where Je
Her eyes were closed, her lips slightly parted and tinged with blue from the cold she’d been subjected to inside the meat chiller. Her body still trembled under the cover of his leather duster, though he guessed her shuddering was more in reaction to shock than any amount of discomfort. His Breed talent was making sure of that. With one palm cupped around her nape, the other stroking her temple, he drew Je
Renata cleared her throat pointedly as she watched him in the mirror. “What about you, big guy? Hell of a lot of blood back there. You sure you wouldn’t rather drive and I’ll look after her until we get to the compound? Say the word and I’ll pull over. Won’t take but a minute.”
“Keep driving. Situation’s under control back here,” Brock said, although he wondered if Niko’s shrewd Breedmate would buy it, given that his growled reply was spoken through gritted teeth and fully extended fangs.
It had been hard to contain his reaction to Je
He was Breed, and there was none among his kind who could resist the pull of fresh human blood. It didn’t help him any that the last time he’d fed had been … hell, he wasn’t even sure. Probably pushing a week, which would have been bad even in the best of circumstances. And these were hardly the best of circumstances.
Brock focused all his effort on pulling Je
The absorbed pain of her injury—and the slighter irritation of his own—was the only thing that kept his body from having yet another sort of reaction to her, as well. Even then, he couldn’t totally ignore the uncomfortable tightness of his fatigues, or the way the light flutter of her pulse against his fingertips where they rested against her nape made him yearn to put his mouth against her instead.
To taste her, in all the ways a man could crave a woman.
It took a great deal of effort to shake the thought from his mind. Je
When it came to romantic entanglements, he tried to keep things casual. Nothing too permanent. Nothing that might last long enough for him to let down a woman who had grown to trust him.
Yeah, he’d already been there, done that. And he damn well had the guilt and self-loathing to prove it. No desire to go down that particular stretch of road ever again.
Before his memories could drag him toward the shadows of his past failings, Brock glanced up and saw the gated entrance of the Order’s compound looming ahead. Renata a
“Gideon says the infirmary is prepped and waiting for us,” she said as she drove to the fleet garage in back.
Brock grunted in response, hardly able to speak now for the crowding presence of his fangs. The whole back section of the Rover was bathed in amber, the glow of his transformed eyes throwing off light like a bonfire even from behind the dark lenses of his shades.
Renata parked the vehicle inside the large hangar, then jogged around to help him get Je
“Put me down,” she mumbled, struggling a bit in Brock’s arms as though she was a