But anyone touching him would go with him. So he would only escape Lisette, and she was the most interesting person here. She was the reason he hadn’t yet attempted to secure his freedom.
Roland planted a boot in Zach’s back and pulled harder.
Roland had said Lisette wanted to talk to him. That she had some questions for Zach.
What kind of questions?
How did she even know about him?
How had she detected his presence when Seth and David hadn’t?
His heartbeat sounded loudly in his ears as his lungs hungered for oxygen.
Zach couldn’t seem to find the will to fight them. He wanted to know what Lisette wanted from him. Had Roland and Sarah stopped trying to suffocate him and stepped back, he didn’t think he would have left.
Hmm. He could just go with it.
The idea appealed to him far more than it should. He wasn’t supposed to care about this. Any of it. Or these people.
But his damned curiosity wouldn’t leave him be.
And Seth hadn’t been far from the truth when they had spoken in South Korea. The numbness was wearing off. Boredom had set in. Zach was drowning in it. And he would do just about anything, including allow the odd couple behind him to force him into unconsciousness, to swim his way back to the surface and leave it behind him.
A very dangerous mind-set that had already gotten him into trouble once.
His eyes locked on Lisette’s face.
Fuck it. He wanted to know.
The smile he gave her as darkness enfolded him must have puzzled the hell out of her.
Lisette stared down at the unconscious male Roland dumped onto the floor of the safe house they had claimed for the day.
He was incredibly handsome. Dark, wavy hair fell below his shoulders. A muscled chest devoid of hair tapered to a narrow waist and slim hips encased in black leather.
Her gaze went to his wings.
They were beautiful. The same tan as his skin at their base, the nearly translucent wings darkened to black at their tips and would span twelve or fourteen feet when fully extended.
The man himself was taller than Seth, who stood a good six foot eight or thereabouts.
“Do you know him?” she asked Roland as he left the room.
“No.” He returned, carrying titanium chains thicker than her biceps that humans would probably have to use a forklift to move. Dumping the lot on the floor, he crouched next to their prisoner.
“Is he an immortal?” Sarah asked as she took a position beside her husband, weapons drawn.
“He must be,” Roland mumbled, taking the man by the throat and dragging him upright. “Vampires don’t have wings.”
“Wait.” Lisette halted him before he could start wrapping the man in chains. Hurrying to the only bedroom in the small house, she yanked the covers off the bed and took them into the living room.
“What’s that for?” Roland asked with a scowl.
She knelt beside him. “If he’s immortal, Seth won’t respond well to him being damaged.” Dropping the bedding, she leaned forward and tentatively touched one of his wings.
So soft. Like the delicate strands of hair on a newborn baby’s head.
Her heart began to pound as she gently took both wings and folded them in close to his back. Holding them in place with one hand, she wrapped the sheet and blanket around him.
“What’s wrong?” Roland asked with a scowl. “Your heart is beating faster.”
That part of being an Immortal Guardian sucked. There really were very few secrets among their ranks because of their damned heightened senses. “Are you sure he’s an immortal? I can’t smell the virus on him.”
“Can you smell it on me?”
“Barely.”
“What about David and Seth?”
“No.”
“Then there’s your answer. He’s an immortal. He just must be old as hell.” Once she finished and sat back, he started wrapping the chains around and around the stranger.
“If he’s that old,” Sarah murmured, “wouldn’t you know him, honey?”
Lisette snorted. “As antisocial as Roland is, he wouldn’t even know me
Roland planted a boot in Zach’s back and pulled harder.
Roland had said Lisette wanted to talk to him. That she had some questions for Zach.
What kind of questions?
How did she even know about him?
How had she detected his presence when Seth and David hadn’t?
His heartbeat sounded loudly in his ears as his lungs hungered for oxygen.
Zach couldn’t seem to find the will to fight them. He wanted to know what Lisette wanted from him. Had Roland and Sarah stopped trying to suffocate him and stepped back, he didn’t think he would have left.
Hmm. He could just go with it.
The idea appealed to him far more than it should. He wasn’t supposed to care about this. Any of it. Or these people.
But his damned curiosity wouldn’t leave him be.
And Seth hadn’t been far from the truth when they had spoken in South Korea. The numbness was wearing off. Boredom had set in. Zach was drowning in it. And he would do just about anything, including allow the odd couple behind him to force him into unconsciousness, to swim his way back to the surface and leave it behind him.
A very dangerous mind-set that had already gotten him into trouble once.
His eyes locked on Lisette’s face.
Fuck it. He wanted to know.
The smile he gave her as darkness enfolded him must have puzzled the hell out of her.
Lisette stared down at the unconscious male Roland dumped onto the floor of the safe house they had claimed for the day.
He was incredibly handsome. Dark, wavy hair fell below his shoulders. A muscled chest devoid of hair tapered to a narrow waist and slim hips encased in black leather.
Her gaze went to his wings.
They were beautiful. The same tan as his skin at their base, the nearly translucent wings darkened to black at their tips and would span twelve or fourteen feet when fully extended.
The man himself was taller than Seth, who stood a good six foot eight or thereabouts.
“Do you know him?” she asked Roland as he left the room.
“No.” He returned, carrying titanium chains thicker than her biceps that humans would probably have to use a forklift to move. Dumping the lot on the floor, he crouched next to their prisoner.
“Is he an immortal?” Sarah asked as she took a position beside her husband, weapons drawn.
“He must be,” Roland mumbled, taking the man by the throat and dragging him upright. “Vampires don’t have wings.”
“Wait.” Lisette halted him before he could start wrapping the man in chains. Hurrying to the only bedroom in the small house, she yanked the covers off the bed and took them into the living room.
“What’s that for?” Roland asked with a scowl.
She knelt beside him. “If he’s immortal, Seth won’t respond well to him being damaged.” Dropping the bedding, she leaned forward and tentatively touched one of his wings.
So soft. Like the delicate strands of hair on a newborn baby’s head.
Her heart began to pound as she gently took both wings and folded them in close to his back. Holding them in place with one hand, she wrapped the sheet and blanket around him.
“What’s wrong?” Roland asked with a scowl. “Your heart is beating faster.”
That part of being an Immortal Guardian sucked. There really were very few secrets among their ranks because of their damned heightened senses. “Are you sure he’s an immortal? I can’t smell the virus on him.”
“Can you smell it on me?”
“Barely.”
“What about David and Seth?”
“No.”
“Then there’s your answer. He’s an immortal. He just must be old as hell.” Once she finished and sat back, he started wrapping the chains around and around the stranger.
“If he’s that old,” Sarah murmured, “wouldn’t you know him, honey?”
Lisette snorted. “As antisocial as Roland is, he wouldn’t even know me
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