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glared at her for a minute then flung open the door and stood aside. âGo ahead then. Iâm offering to save your ass and you want to go all gung ho? Go on, and letâs see how far you get against something you donât have the slightest idea of how to kill.â Steven smiled wickedly at her, âJust so you know, the movies are nothing but a bunch of bull.â
âI guess youâd know!â Jewel yelled back and took a few steps forward. Why was he still trying to save her? Didnât he understand she would just get him killed?
Steven closed his eyes and looked away. âYeah, I would know⦠wouldnât I?â he mocked then looked back as Jewel tried to dart past him. Panicking, Steven caught her around the waist and pulled her closer, âDamn it, wait!â he conceded.
Jewel started to squirm against him so he pulled her tighter to his chest. âIf you want to set him up then fine, but you canât do it alone. Let us help you.â
Jewel pushed against his chest leaning back so she could look up at him. âWhy? So you can be hung on a cross too?â She wanted to scream as the vision made its way into her mindâs eye. âI donât want that to happen.â
She wasnât sure what she felt for Steven but the thought of him dyeing like that was making her feel like sheâd been stabbed in the chest. âIf you let me go now, then heâll have no reason to come after you.â She gripped the front of his shirt in her small hands. âYouâll be safe⦠and alive.â
âHeâll come after me anyway,â Steven informed her then traced his finger over the mating mark heâd given her. He smiled gently when he felt her shiver at his touch. âLike I said, this is real life. If you go back to him and he sees that mating mark, heâll come after me regardless of what you say or do.â
Jewel leaned against the solid warmth he was offering and closed her eyes. She felt her anger fade in the safety of his arms and wanted to stomp her foot in frustration. The sadness of losing her father was starting to settle in again but she wouldnât cry.
Steven wrapped Jewel in a reassuring hug. He couldnât blame her for the way she was acting. If Anthony had just killed his father, then no force in this world or the next would be able to hold him back.
âLook, how about this?â he asked leaning back from her a bit and tilting her face up to his. âWeâre having a meeting in the morning and everyone is going to be there. Weâll help you think of something better than just turning yourself over to him. Either way, with us youâll have an army beside you. Without us, youâll be facing an army of werewolves and no matter what you do⦠Anthony will have you.â He caressed her cheek as he searched her eyes, âAnd I donât want Anthony to have you.â
Jewel lowered her head back to Stevenâs chest and took a deep, shuddering breath. He was right. She didnât want to be anywhere near that monster after what heâd done. She pressed her ear to Stevenâs chest listening to his strong and steady heartbeat. How many times had he saved her from vampires, from Anthony, and now from her foolish self?
âWill you hold me tonight?â Jewel whispered knowing if he let go of her, the horror of the last couple hours would come back to haunt her. She looked up at him and locked her gaze with his steady one. Her lips parted in wonder as a streak of heat shot down through the center of her body.
How could he calm her rage and make her feel like she was on fire at the same time? She quickly looked away not wanting him to read her confusion.
Without answering, Steven lifted her in his arms, kicked the door closed with his foot, and strolled back across the room setting her on the edge of the bed. Pulling her shoes off, he quickly got rid of his own and laid down with her. He heard Jewelâs quick intake of breath as he pulled her against him so he could spoon his body around hers. It would still take time⦠but he would be damned if he let Jewel go that easily.
Chapter 3
Kriss entered the apartment he shared with Tabatha and locked the door behind him. Heâd searched high and low for Dean and hadnât found a trace of him or the demon heâd been chasing.
One thing about their kind, if they wanted to hide, they knew how to vanish and leave no traces of where they were. Heâd been able to sense the demon everywhere though he never saw it. It wasnât until it was freed that heâd realized he had always been able to sense its presence. He could still feel the malicious intent of that dark personality even inside his home⦠it didnât settle well in the pit of his stomach.
Walking through the dark apartment, Kriss made his way back to Tabathaâs bedroom and smiled at the innocent visage asleep in the bed. She was curled up like a kitten around her favorite stuffed animal⦠a Yorkie dog with its tongue sticking out. The stuffed animal was the only remnant of her childhood she had left. A few years ago, sheâd finally broken down and told him the story of Scrappy and how the dog had vanished when she went on vacation the last time with her parents.
Kriss sighed and lay down in bed beside her, curling around her like a security blanket. No sooner had he done so, Tabatha snuggled back against him.
âDid you find Dean?â she asked softly.
*****
Kane had managed to slip away; glad Warren had taken Michaelâs attention long enough for him to do so. Whatever Michael and Dean had done to fix what Misery did to him had given him the mother of all adrenalin rushes. He was antsy now and he wasnât going to work it off sitting in Warrenâs office reminiscing about the soul-sucking demon who was sure to give him a few wiggly-booâs in his nightmares for a while to come.
He glanced up at the overwhelming darkness in the sky and knew the first streaks of dawn werenât far away. Wanting away from the heart of the city, he moved through the streets so fast that if anyone had been watching, they wouldnât have noticed him among them. The down side of that was that he was now miles from Michaelâs home.
He wanted to see Scrappy and curl up with the dog on the sofa with a nice bottle of wine, a ludicrously sized bowl of popcorn, and⦠a disaster movie? Kane shook his head⦠what in the hell was he thinking about? Scrappy would most likely pick the movie, which could or couldnât be a bad thing at the moment. They both liked the movies where the animals could talk.
Kane slowed down and took in his surroundings when he realized something had drawn him in this direction. At first he thought it was Misery who had drawn him here. He shook his head again and discarded the idea when the image of Tabatha at the church flashed through his mind. He could feel her presence and, for the first time all night, Kane forgot about the monsters fornicating under the bed and humping in the closet.
Tabatha was his soul mate and, now that heâd taken her blood, it only amplified the connection. The only reason he hadnât noticed it this last week was because the fallen⦠Kriss... had taken her so far away from him, stingy bastard. He was starting to wonder if he was suffering from separation anxiety.
Moving through this part of town, he found himself at her home within minutes. Landing silently on the roof of a neighborâs house, he settled down to watch her through the bedroom window. His sharp eyesight took in the way her hair fell across the pillow and how her lips were slightly parted as she breathed deeply. He had never known such peace as he did right now⦠just watching her sleep.
Kane wondered what he looked like through her eyes. Did he resemble the other monsters sheâd encountered or dreamed of? Did she even realize how deep his emotions for her went?
He almost rose from his crouch on the roof, ready to go to her when he heard her cry out in his mind. The sound had come from her dreams but the mental sound made him stop as it reminded him of the way sheâd cried out as a child so many years ago. To date, all heâd ever done was cause her painâ¦