Conquer the Highland Beast: The Vampire Dylan Macgregor (Hearts of Darkness) Read Free

couldn’t stop thinking about his strange reaction to the FBI profiler, yesterday. He’d never experienced a physical reaction to anyone’s touch until hers.
    Probably an isolated incident . Not the binding connection.
    No, it couldn’t be that sort of bond. He’d know—wouldn’t he? Besides the Special Agent was human.
    The underlying current of doubt kept his warning alarms going. If she turned out to be as talented as everyone claimed, there was probably some recessive supernatural DNA hidden in her genes. Then he’d have to reconsider the ramifications of his reaction to Caitlin Donovan’s touch.
    Meeting the FBI profiler and touching her had brought all the memories of Dylan’s past back like a tsunami.
    “Dylan?” Garr tap ped his shoulder. “You disappeared for a minute there. What’s going on?”
    Things were bad when Garr decided to get all touchy feely.
    “I didn’t realize.” Dylan’s lips curled, but the effort was a half-assed attempt at a smile. It wouldn’t fool anyone let alone the wolf.
    “You thinking Amyra created more rogues when she was here?” the Lycan asked.
    He glanced at the werewolf and shrugged, “Aren’t you?”
    When he noticed Garr had the car seat pushed back for extra leg room, Dylan reconsidered his decision to switch cars. His rational reason had to do with the Lamborghini’s speed. His ulterior reason had to do with trying to impress the beautiful Ms. Donovan.
    Garr did a slow head bob. “From the numbers we had to take down to get Kyle back, I’d say she created some after she arrived here. Do you think there were more? Others we missed in the clean up?”
    “More ’n likely. From what I know of Amyra, she’d want back up and then some.” Unfortunately, Dylan knew her better than most. Niccolai’s blood or not, he wasn’t sorry to see her sent to ground. There’d never been any love lost between them.
    “The anti-venom Victor and Max are working on should protect the jaguars from infecting anyone else. Max is heading back to the lab, in the morning.”
    “I wish him luck with that. But it’s not the jaguars that worry me. Perhaps, I’m just begging trouble…”
    “…or?” Garr leaned forward. “What is worrying you?
    “Demons.” The word was a quiet cur se. The rash of recent killings made to look like animal attacks had Dylan worried. “I’m afraid one of the gates is still open and someone else is involved. Any demon on the other side could slip through—fake these murders to look like they were done by animals.”
    “It’s not a stretch. I can see why you’re concerned. Dylan, who knows where these gates are?”
    “I don’t know.” He shook his head. “It would take someone with demon blood to locate them.”
    “ Max?”
    “Aye.”
    “What can the pack do?”
    “Keep your eyes open for anything unusual. New people in the area, strangers, or any behavior out of the ordinary.”
    Garr turned a surprised expression on him. “What’s it really, then? I don’t have to have your ability, but I do know something is very wrong.”
    “ The FBI. They have a profiler with psychic abilities. She’s good.”
    Her mental pattern felt familiar. He sensed her the minute they touched. A familiar fae pattern. And there were other memories, too. Her losses, too many to count—and his over the long years before Niccolai found him. Losses that smacked him in the face yesterday when the pretty FBI Agent had shaken his hand and turned his world upside down. The effect of her touch had sent a bolt of recognition straight to his brain and a kaleidoscope of visions, centuries of memories—and not all of them were hers.
    “The FBI is all over this, Garr. We can’t afford to let them find out anything or they’ll turn all of us into science experiments. We need to keep a low profile for a while.”
    “ Something else has been bothering you. Since yesterday—after the meeting—you keep zoning out on me.”
    “ Like I said…she’s real