I’ve just never met a vamp that old. Well, I had never actually met a vampire, not really, not until that night. . . .”
Now that was a surprise, though he knew the night she was talking about. The night he’d met her in a bar, gone back to her hotel room, and had sex so many times he’d been completely drained. Which was the only reason he hadn’t heard her sneak out in the early morning hours. “How is that possible?”
Her shoulders lifted casually. “There aren’t many vamps living in Miami, and I’ve never had reason to interact with the ones who do. I grew up very . . . sheltered.”
Something about the way she said that made him look at her. “Why does that sound more like smothered?”
A small smile tugged at her lips. “I’m the baby of the pack and my brothers are way older than me.”
He couldn’t bite back the bark of laughter. He didn’t have any sisters but he had female cousins and understood perfectly. “I don’t blame them. So you were smothered growing up, huh?”
She shrugged. “I’m twenty-five and all my brothers are over a hundred. What do you think?”
Kiernan nodded but didn’t respond. The last thing he wanted was to talk or think about her brothers. He knew the only reason she’d agreed to go out with him tonight was because she’d thought she’d scare him off. Since it hadn’t worked, he had a feeling tonight might be his only chance with her, and he wasn’t going to fuck it up.
“They’ve always tried to monitor everything about my life; where I went to college, who I dated—”
He didn’t realize he’d let out a low growl until Melina stopped talking.
She gave him a sharp look. “Did you just seriously growl at me? I thought only shifters did that.”
Kiernan shrugged, not willing to apologize. The thought of her with other males made all his territorial instincts come clawing to the surface. He didn’t care that he had no claim on her. Well, not yet. That was about to change very soon.
Chapter 2
Melina glanced in the bathroom mirror as she dried her hands. She loved the restaurant Kiernan had picked but she’d needed a little breather. The man made her lose her train of thought. Well, that wasn’t true. Her thoughts were solely focused on seeing him naked again and having lots of sex, but when she was away from him she could actually think about other things. Like what the heck had she been thinking by coming out with him.
Mentally preparing herself, she paused when the same woman who’d been subtly watching her from the bar area of the restaurant entered the room. She knew what the redhead was, but she wasn’t afraid. Even though Melina was young and not as strong as she would one day become—if she lived that long—she could defend herself if necessary. But something told her this vampire wasn’t going to attack her in a relatively public place. There might not be anyone else inside the bathroom now but there was always the chance of someone walking in.
“He’s just using you, you know.” The redhead spoke as the machine drying Melina’s hands cut off.
Turning to face her, Melina lifted an eyebrow. “Is that right?”
The woman’s perfect, bow-shaped lips curved into a cruel smile. “Your father—yes, I know who you are—just bought him out of some property downtown. And it’s not the first time it’s happened. The only reason in the world Kiernan Doyle would be out with a shifter is if he was using them.”
“Excuse me.” Melina skirted past the woman. She wasn’t going to bother with this conversation. Not when the redhead wore her cruelty and maliciousness like a second skin.
The woman laughed and the sound was surprisingly real. “I’m just warning you. Every vamp knows that shifters killed his brother. He hates your kind, though I thought he’d be a little smarter than to go after the youngest daughter of Nevada Rodriguez.”
Melina swallowed at the ring of truth in the other woman’s voice. “Why are you
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