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Jason's look of consternation and
    to ignore it.
    Constantine marched forward savvy that Jason would get out of his
    way. Her breasts pressed into his back with each inhalation, her
    exhalations skimming over his back with the tangy smell permeating
    his entire being. He couldn't prevent his mind from taking a small
    tangential moment to imagine his own lips sealed over hers, taking her
    breath from her.
    The image made his lips part, but he forced them closed and made
    it abundantly clear that his goals overrode any lustful interactions
    unless she turned. And if she didn't, well he wasn't a necromancer and
    had no interest in lifeless bodies when the blood no longer roamed
    freely but rather turned to sludge.
    He hoped for both their sakes she wouldn't make him take that
    route. Joe Smith would appreciate it too, since he was the patsy for
    the murder charges as the mover behind the kidnapping.
    As Constantine foresaw, Jason moved backwards and turned to lead
    him to the lair. Telepathy intrigued Constantine, because it made him
    live in the future and relive the present. He'd already known what
    Jason would do and had watched it happen before it did.
    But with Helena Palmer, he couldn't read an unconscious person
    and that both intrigued and unnerved him. The future was an
    unknown entity when it came to her, and telepathy always worked
    better on intimates.
    He followed Jason through the passage ways that lead to the heart
    of the meat shipping warehouse. Nothing living on two feet had
    resided here in years, but he dank mildew infested place was full of
    scampering critters wary of the intrusion.
    He pitied the rats that feared their home was under invasion from
    monsters, just the way the humans had invaded the vampire lairs eons
    ago outside of human memory or written word. Constantine altered

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    his scent to one the rats would relate to as friendly and listened for the
    skittering to quiet down. He pitied them, but she wasn't going to be
    on their feasting menu either. Altering his scent slightly again, he
    made it clear that staying away would be for everyone's best.
    Jason walked through a door ahead and stopped. Constantine
    sensed Jason's nervousness, waiting for approval. That meant
    Constantine was about to see what Jason had rigged as the holding
    pen.
    Constantine walked sideways through the door to get his bulky
    body through it without confronting the hinges with her head. He
    moved in front of Jason and looked around. Not bad, not bad at all.
    Metal tracks for the meat hooks to be moved around on had been
    rerouted to enter the room and run its length. On one end of the
    tracks, a makeshift bathroom of toilet and sink had been fashioned
    from water pipes running along the walls; on the other end, the floor
    was covered with thick-piled oriental rugs and body sized pillows for
    easy lounging. One lone meat hook hung from the tracks over the
    pillows and carpets.
    He placed Helena on the carpet, face up. "Do you have the rope?"
    Jason came over with white nylon rope coiled in figure eights.
    "Marine quality to take her weight and not collapse under the
    tension."
    Constantine nodded. "Hold her up for me so I can get her tied up."
    He took the rope from Jason and let the first loop snake through his
    fingers so only the end was left in his hand and the rest coiled on the
    floor.
    A growl escaped his clenched jaws at seeing Jason bracing her
    upright.
    "Hey man, you told me to touch her." Jason stared him straight in
    the chin then looked down.
    Constantine bit down on his tongue until blood broke through the
    surface of his taste buds. The metallic flavor of blood always calmed
    him down into a duller roar.
    Pulling the rope with him, he towered behind Helena and yanked
    her loose head up by a wad of strands he caught in his free hand. He

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    tugged harder than necessary to get her head in his direction, and
    enveloped her hair up in his fist.
    Her hair was delectably cool. It had already shed the heat of