lord, she was aroused. Her nipples ached and her panties were wet with want.
“We crave blood by nature,” Ethan said. “I’d never take what wasn’t offered, but the Brothers would and they do. Stay out of this, Kayla. This is my war.”
She was reeling from his touch, her body warm and tingling all over. Lust had always consumed her in ways it didn’t other Watchers. Or maybe it did all of them, and no one talked about it.
Part of her wanted to scream a rebuttal at Ethan, to remind him she had senses above and beyond human ones as well. Senses that told her of malice and aided her in battle. But he already knew this and obviously didn’t care. Besides, she was beyond words. She simply wanted out of there. Away from a man who both infuriated and enticed at the same moment. A man who confused her senses, setting them on fire, heating her inside out.
“You know what?” she said, pushing out of her seat, needing space to think. “This was a mistake. I should have just dealt with this myself.”
She turned around and started walking, still rattled from what had just happened, not surprised that Ethan had rejected her assistance, or even that he had used her desire against her. At least she knew what to expect from the Brothers. She could expect the same methods Ethan himself used.
She punched the elevator button and silently vowed to never return there again. To never see the vampire who tempted her to cross the line she normally walked.
“Kayla.”
Ethan spoke from behind her. Close. His voice was a sultry seduction, his agility and speed a dangerous weapon.
Slowly, she turned, facing him, hating the way she had to look up to make eye contact. Hating the way it seemed to give him the power. She arched a brow, offering an expectant look, acting unaffected by all that had just happened. Trying not to react to those deep blue eyes full of passion.
After several potent seconds, he broke the silence. “I simply must demand you stay out of this, Kayla.” His voice held a command, as if she were one of the many of his followers who did as he bid.
A short burst of disbelieving laughter escaped her lips. Was he joking? “You have no control over my actions.” The elevator dinged and as the doors slid open, she backed inside the empty car, never showing him her back. “I have a job to do and I intend to do it well.”
And that job didn’t include taking orders from Ethan. Unfortunately, it didn’t include taking pleasure from him either.
2
T he corner booth was hidden in shadows, the tiny bar a perfect meeting spot for Jac Martine to hand over the name of the next victim to the Brothers. He was more than eager to help take down Ethan. Hungry to cause him pain. To force him out of the city. Because Ethan would leave before he’d allow innocents to die on his behalf. Another victim, and Ethan would know that all the women dying were linked to him. Ethan would know, without a shadow of a doubt, that his lovers had become targets.
Jac had come to Vegas knowing Ethan preferred to hire his own kind within his inner circle. For a year now, he’d worked as Head of Security for Ethan, feigning loyalty when all he wanted was the opportunity to cause him pain. He, himself, might not be a Brother, but his father had been. And his father had died at Ethan’s hand.
Jac watched as one of the Brothers slid into the seat across from him. “You got it?”
With a nod, Jac slid an envelope toward him. The Brother inspected the contents and then smiled. “Our leader will reward you well.”
Jac let the words fill him with pleasure. Once Ethan was gone, Jac would take over his financial empire. He could almost taste the power it would give him. He reveled in the bitterness he knew Ethan would feel to know someone so close to him had taken what was his.
Death was too good for Ethan. Jac wanted him brought to his knees. Ethan would be given an option. Give up the city to the Brothers or more will die. But not yet. First,