This one wasn’t much of a talker, so it was hard to see if any elongated canines were in there anywhere. Come on baby, show me some teeth. She reached forward and grabbed his crotch. A rigid erection filled her hand.
He smiled at her.
Yep. Fangs.
But the twins had taught her that not everything with teeth was a killer, so severing this guy’s head from his shoulders was not an easy choice anymore.
“Are you a vampire?” she asked.
He scowled as if he’d bitten into a sour lemon. “Fuck, no.”
“Then what’s up with the teeth?”
He placed both hands on the bar, hemmed her in, and whispered, “I ain’t no nasty vampire. I’m a werewolf.”
What?
The twins had mentioned werewolves, but she hadn’t thought much about it. “I didn’t know they existed.”
He shrugged. This guy was good looking, too. Must be a paranormal thing.
“What’s your deal?” he asked.
“I’m searching for a vampire who knows Steven Johnson.”
“Never heard of him. Are they the ones who marked you?”
“No. Neither.” So werewolves could smell she’d been bitten by two different people. Damn, she needed to start a journal to keep up with all this supernatural shit. “Steve is an acquaintance of mine, and I’m looking for him. Last time I saw him, he was with a vamp, but I don’t know the vamp’s name.”
“Can’t help you. Are you up for sex tonight, or are you just here trolling for info?”
She smiled as sweetly as she could. “Info.”
“Vampires are not something you need to get tangled up with.”
Boy, was that an understatement.
“I know, but it’s important.”
He stepped away from her and smiled. “Take care.” Then he turned and melted into the crowd.
Cambria spun back around and tapped the bar to order another drink. Well, at least she’d met a werewolf and hadn’t had to kill him. Perhaps the night was looking up.
After the shot of courage, she eased up on the whiskey and spent the rest of her time scanning. When most of the people had paired up and hit the back rooms for play, she turned and held up two fingers. “Two for the road, Todd.” Tonight was a bust.
“Yes, ma’am.” Todd set another shot glass on the bar and poured her a double before heading to the other end. She quickly downed one and picked up the other only to stare at the amber liquid as it swirled and danced in the light. She held up the glass, toasted Steve, and then threw it back. Maybe she’d get lucky tomorrow night and find someone who knew something.
As she reached for her money pocket hidden inside her skirt, she was suddenly pinned against the bar. Fear crept along her spine as a heavy breath rasped in her ear. She searched for Todd, but he was way down at the other end and didn’t notice her.
“You reek of a werewolf.”
“Hmmm. I’m stepping out on the proverbial limb here and saying that you must be a vampire.”
His laugh rattled against her back. “I’ve been watching you.”
“Really? If you let me go, I can turn around and figure out why I’ve missed you.” And take a breath.
He laughed. “I like you like this. I always take my women from behind.”
“In a bar?” She quickly pushed down the panic that threatened her.
“Nah.”
He sniffed her hair, and she wished to hell that she could see his eyes.
“You’ve been with two Hell’s Hunters.”
Yep, he must be insane . “What’s a Hell’s Hunter?”
“Six bastards.”
She waited for him to continue, but he didn’t, so she asked, “And that means?”
“They need to die slowly. ‘Hated by some. Feared by most. Hunted by fools.’ Their motto.”
Hated by some?—like the one standing behind her.
Feared by most?—yeah she could understand that.
Hunted by fools?—anybody would be a fool to get in a fight with the twins.
That motto was dead on. “That sounds…er…stupid, but I don’t know any Hell’s Hunters, and you’re putting a kink in my back. Now, back the fuck off.”
His laugh rumbled deep in his
He smiled at her.
Yep. Fangs.
But the twins had taught her that not everything with teeth was a killer, so severing this guy’s head from his shoulders was not an easy choice anymore.
“Are you a vampire?” she asked.
He scowled as if he’d bitten into a sour lemon. “Fuck, no.”
“Then what’s up with the teeth?”
He placed both hands on the bar, hemmed her in, and whispered, “I ain’t no nasty vampire. I’m a werewolf.”
What?
The twins had mentioned werewolves, but she hadn’t thought much about it. “I didn’t know they existed.”
He shrugged. This guy was good looking, too. Must be a paranormal thing.
“What’s your deal?” he asked.
“I’m searching for a vampire who knows Steven Johnson.”
“Never heard of him. Are they the ones who marked you?”
“No. Neither.” So werewolves could smell she’d been bitten by two different people. Damn, she needed to start a journal to keep up with all this supernatural shit. “Steve is an acquaintance of mine, and I’m looking for him. Last time I saw him, he was with a vamp, but I don’t know the vamp’s name.”
“Can’t help you. Are you up for sex tonight, or are you just here trolling for info?”
She smiled as sweetly as she could. “Info.”
“Vampires are not something you need to get tangled up with.”
Boy, was that an understatement.
“I know, but it’s important.”
He stepped away from her and smiled. “Take care.” Then he turned and melted into the crowd.
Cambria spun back around and tapped the bar to order another drink. Well, at least she’d met a werewolf and hadn’t had to kill him. Perhaps the night was looking up.
After the shot of courage, she eased up on the whiskey and spent the rest of her time scanning. When most of the people had paired up and hit the back rooms for play, she turned and held up two fingers. “Two for the road, Todd.” Tonight was a bust.
“Yes, ma’am.” Todd set another shot glass on the bar and poured her a double before heading to the other end. She quickly downed one and picked up the other only to stare at the amber liquid as it swirled and danced in the light. She held up the glass, toasted Steve, and then threw it back. Maybe she’d get lucky tomorrow night and find someone who knew something.
As she reached for her money pocket hidden inside her skirt, she was suddenly pinned against the bar. Fear crept along her spine as a heavy breath rasped in her ear. She searched for Todd, but he was way down at the other end and didn’t notice her.
“You reek of a werewolf.”
“Hmmm. I’m stepping out on the proverbial limb here and saying that you must be a vampire.”
His laugh rattled against her back. “I’ve been watching you.”
“Really? If you let me go, I can turn around and figure out why I’ve missed you.” And take a breath.
He laughed. “I like you like this. I always take my women from behind.”
“In a bar?” She quickly pushed down the panic that threatened her.
“Nah.”
He sniffed her hair, and she wished to hell that she could see his eyes.
“You’ve been with two Hell’s Hunters.”
Yep, he must be insane . “What’s a Hell’s Hunter?”
“Six bastards.”
She waited for him to continue, but he didn’t, so she asked, “And that means?”
“They need to die slowly. ‘Hated by some. Feared by most. Hunted by fools.’ Their motto.”
Hated by some?—like the one standing behind her.
Feared by most?—yeah she could understand that.
Hunted by fools?—anybody would be a fool to get in a fight with the twins.
That motto was dead on. “That sounds…er…stupid, but I don’t know any Hell’s Hunters, and you’re putting a kink in my back. Now, back the fuck off.”
His laugh rumbled deep in his
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