wariness clear in her eyes. He could hear her heart pound and predicted what was to follow.
He caught her wrist as soon as her feet touched the floor. ‘Something wrong?’
She could barely look at him. ‘I’m going to check on Alisha.’
‘Alisha’s fine. She’ll be down in the club with Jake by now.’
Her eyes flared in panic. ‘But I told her to get our things together.’
‘I told her there was no hurry.’
Scowling, she moved to step away, but Caleb caught her by the hip and tugged her between his thighs. Pushing the wrist he held behind her back, the static surge surprised him as their eyes met again. He’d known too many of them. Too many to justify what she inexplicably roused in him. And he knew her kind too well to know she shouldn’t be looking at him the way she was.
She slammed her hand to his chest in protest. ‘What are you doing?’
Panic. Genuine panic. She was becoming more intriguing by the minute and those ragged, shallow breaths were almost as enticing as the soft, warm body he contained between his legs. He tauntingly appraised her throat and cleavage. ‘You’re not as confident as you like to portray, are you?’
‘Let me go,’ she warned.
Peeling her hand from his chest, interlacing his fingers with hers, he gently pushed it behind her back to join the other, holding them securely with one of his. ‘Something tells me you’ve been in that cosy little nest of yours too long, fledgling.’
She tried to tug free, her erratic breaths caressing his lips. ‘Maybe I just don’t like being this close to you.’
‘Flatterer,’ he said, gently brushing her hair back from her neck. He traced his lips up her smooth warm skin, her scent powerful, pure and dangerously compelling.
She flinched and futilely tried to pull back, panic flaring in her eyes. ‘Don’t,’ she warned. ‘You don’t know what you’re doing.’
‘Oh, I know exactly what I’m doing,’ he whispered against her ear. He reached into his back pocket and flicked the lid off a syringe. ‘As you’re about to discover. Serryn .’
Chapter Five
L eila woke lying on her back on a cold, stone floor. Sensing her constraints, she gasped against her gag. Her arms were manacled either side of her head, and her legs, spread a foot or so apart, were also bound.
The room spun and pulsated from her heavy sedation as she scanned the bare, moonlit chamber. At first she thought it was her giddiness, but realised the floor had a subtle decline –a decline towards some kind of drain below. More manacles hung on the wall behind her and further manacles to her right, dark stains marring the stone beneath them. A breeze channelled through the high, barred window to her left, adding to dankness of the thirty-foot-square enclosure. She strained her neck to look behind her left shoulder towards the sound of male voices distant beyond the open steel door.
Serryn .
It was the last thing he’d said to her as he’d held her arms behind her back – as he’d held her against him with a strength that had sent a surge of simultaneous panic and arousal through her body. He’d brushed his lips against her neck as a cruel taunt, causing goosebumps to ripple over her skin. She’d been convinced he was going to bite – believing that serryns were indeed powerful enough to wipe out any vampire’s notorious self-preservation. Even inept, latent serryns like her.
Caleb knew.
Somehow he knew what she was.
She shivered. Still delirious and disorientated, she wriggled her wrists and ankles, trying to see if there was any give in her binds. She coughed with the effort, her throat arid.
And heard footsteps.
She stared back over at the door, her heart pounding, her breath held.
The second Caleb appeared, her stomach vaulted. She stared at the sword in his right hand, its blade glinting in the moonlight.
Jake followed close behind him. Metal grinded against stone as he dragged someone strapped to a chair along with him, slamming him
He caught her wrist as soon as her feet touched the floor. ‘Something wrong?’
She could barely look at him. ‘I’m going to check on Alisha.’
‘Alisha’s fine. She’ll be down in the club with Jake by now.’
Her eyes flared in panic. ‘But I told her to get our things together.’
‘I told her there was no hurry.’
Scowling, she moved to step away, but Caleb caught her by the hip and tugged her between his thighs. Pushing the wrist he held behind her back, the static surge surprised him as their eyes met again. He’d known too many of them. Too many to justify what she inexplicably roused in him. And he knew her kind too well to know she shouldn’t be looking at him the way she was.
She slammed her hand to his chest in protest. ‘What are you doing?’
Panic. Genuine panic. She was becoming more intriguing by the minute and those ragged, shallow breaths were almost as enticing as the soft, warm body he contained between his legs. He tauntingly appraised her throat and cleavage. ‘You’re not as confident as you like to portray, are you?’
‘Let me go,’ she warned.
Peeling her hand from his chest, interlacing his fingers with hers, he gently pushed it behind her back to join the other, holding them securely with one of his. ‘Something tells me you’ve been in that cosy little nest of yours too long, fledgling.’
She tried to tug free, her erratic breaths caressing his lips. ‘Maybe I just don’t like being this close to you.’
‘Flatterer,’ he said, gently brushing her hair back from her neck. He traced his lips up her smooth warm skin, her scent powerful, pure and dangerously compelling.
She flinched and futilely tried to pull back, panic flaring in her eyes. ‘Don’t,’ she warned. ‘You don’t know what you’re doing.’
‘Oh, I know exactly what I’m doing,’ he whispered against her ear. He reached into his back pocket and flicked the lid off a syringe. ‘As you’re about to discover. Serryn .’
Chapter Five
L eila woke lying on her back on a cold, stone floor. Sensing her constraints, she gasped against her gag. Her arms were manacled either side of her head, and her legs, spread a foot or so apart, were also bound.
The room spun and pulsated from her heavy sedation as she scanned the bare, moonlit chamber. At first she thought it was her giddiness, but realised the floor had a subtle decline –a decline towards some kind of drain below. More manacles hung on the wall behind her and further manacles to her right, dark stains marring the stone beneath them. A breeze channelled through the high, barred window to her left, adding to dankness of the thirty-foot-square enclosure. She strained her neck to look behind her left shoulder towards the sound of male voices distant beyond the open steel door.
Serryn .
It was the last thing he’d said to her as he’d held her arms behind her back – as he’d held her against him with a strength that had sent a surge of simultaneous panic and arousal through her body. He’d brushed his lips against her neck as a cruel taunt, causing goosebumps to ripple over her skin. She’d been convinced he was going to bite – believing that serryns were indeed powerful enough to wipe out any vampire’s notorious self-preservation. Even inept, latent serryns like her.
Caleb knew.
Somehow he knew what she was.
She shivered. Still delirious and disorientated, she wriggled her wrists and ankles, trying to see if there was any give in her binds. She coughed with the effort, her throat arid.
And heard footsteps.
She stared back over at the door, her heart pounding, her breath held.
The second Caleb appeared, her stomach vaulted. She stared at the sword in his right hand, its blade glinting in the moonlight.
Jake followed close behind him. Metal grinded against stone as he dragged someone strapped to a chair along with him, slamming him
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