DH 05 Kiss Of The Night Read Free Page A

birthday. Hopeful that she would be able to stay someplace for more than a few months or even days.
    “Hub-ba!” Brenda said, her eyes wide as she looked toward the entrance. “I think I just found our cookies!
    And ladies, there are three of them.”
    Laughing at her awed tone, Cassandra turned around to see three incredibly sexy men entering the club.
    They were al wel over six feet in height, golden in skin and hair, and drop-dead gorgeous.
    Her laughter died instantly as she felt a horrible, stinging tingle run through her. It was a sensation she was al too familiar with.
    And it was one that branded terror into her heart.
    Dressed in expensive sweaters, jeans, and ski jackets, the three men scanned the bar’s occupants like the deadly predators they were. Cassandra trembled. The people in the bar had no idea how much danger they were in.
    None of them.
    Oh, dear God…
    “Hey, Cass,” Brenda said. “Go introduce me to them .” Cassandra shook her head as she made eye contact with Kat to warn her. She tried to herd Brenda away from the men and out of their dark, hungry sight. “They’re bad news, Bren. Really bad news.” The one virtue of being half Apol ite was her ability to spot others of her mother’s kind. And something in her gut told her the men walking through the crowd, scanning women with seductive smiles, were no longer simple Apol ites.
    They were Daimons—a vicious breed of Apol ite who chose to prolong their short lives by kil ing humans and stealing their souls.
    Their unique, powerful Daimon charisma and their hunger for souls bled from every pore of their bodies.
    They were here for victims.
    Cassandra swal owed her panic. She had to find some way to get out of here before they got too close to her and discovered who she real y was.
    She reached for the smal handgun in her purse, and looked for an escape.
    “Out the back,” Kat said, pul ing her toward the rear of the club.
    “What’s going on?” Brenda asked.
    Suddenly, the tal est of the Daimons stopped dead in his tracks.
    He turned to face them.
    His steely eyes narrowed on Cassandra with intense interest and she could feel him trying to penetrate her mind. She blocked his intrusion, but it was too late.

    He grabbed his friends’ arms and inclined his head toward them.
    Damn. This sucked.
    Literally.
    With the bar’s crowd, she couldn’t open fire on them and neither could Kat. The hand grenades were in the car and she had opted to leave her daggers under the seat.
    “Now would be a good time to tel me you have your sais with you, Kat.”
    “Nada. You got your kamas on you?”
    “Yeah,” she said sarcastical y, thinking of her weapons that looked like smal handheld scythes. “I tucked them into my bra before I left home.”
    She felt Kat force something cold into her hand. Looking down, she saw the closed uchiwa fighting fan.
    Made of steel, the fan was sharpened on one side so that it was as dangerous as a Ginsu knife. Folded up and only eleven inches long, it looked like an innocuous Japanese folding fan, but in the hands of either Kat or Cassandra, it was lethal.
    Cassandra tightened her grip on the fan as Kat pul ed her toward the stage where there was a fire exit.
    She drifted back into the crowd near the exit, away from the Daimons, and away from Brenda before she endangered her by being close to her when the Daimons struck.
    She cursed both their heights as she realized there was no way to hide. No way to keep the Daimons from seeing them even in this heavy crowd when she and Kat stood so tal against everyone else.
    Kat stopped dead in her tracks as another tal , blond man cut off their escape.
    Two seconds later, al hel broke loose on their side of the club as they both became aware that there were more than just three Daimons in the bar.
    There were at least a dozen of them.
    Kat shoved Cassandra toward the exit, then kicked the Daimon back, into a group of people who shouted and shrieked at the