Reawakening by K. L. Kreig Page A

was utterly torn. Goddamn Devon and his fucking common sense. Rom was not used to this roller coaster of emotions and quite frankly, it was pissing him off. Suddenly his swift and concise decision making skills had turned on him and he couldn’t make a choice to save his soul. He stood there several minutes before making up his mind.
    Spinning around, he said, “I’m staying until she agrees to leave with me. But if I have my way, it will be this evening.”
    Dev nodded, clearly trying to hide his smirk. “The north wing is empty. I’ll make sure a couple of rooms are set up for you there.”
    “I’ll just need one. If we stay, Sarah will stay with me.”
    Damian chuckled and rolled his eyes, not even bothering to try hiding it. “You’ve got a lot to learn, my friend. A. Lot . To. Learn.”
    “Kate’s bringing Sarah back over. She’d gone to bed,” Dev announced. Christ … he was acting like an unmitigated lunatic who needed a straightjacket to keep from harming himself or others. In his case, it was definitely others. Namely the two standing in front of him.
    “No. Let her sleep. I’ll see her first thing in the morning, instead.”
    “You’re sure?” Dev asked, confusion written all over his face.
    They were onto him. His calm, cool façade was quickly cracking. He was acting way out of character, though finding one’s Moira tended to make a vampire more alpha and unpredictable than normal. But for him, this erratic behavior was extreme. He’d tell them eventually, but Sarah was his first, and only, priority right now.
    “Yes. I’ll take care of Geoffrey tonight and return immediately afterwards.”
    He planned to do that as quickly as possible and if he couldn’t be with Sarah physically tonight, he would camp outside of her room and guard her against anything, and anyone, that could cause her harm.
    “Until morning, my beauty,” he uttered, before he flashed to Wyoming to free his captive.
     
     

Chapter 7
     
    Mike
     
     
    He’d fallen asleep on the couch, watching Jimmy Kimmel, when a noise on the porch woke him. Grabbing his Glock 22 from the coffee table drawer, he inched toward the bay window. There had been a rash of burglaries in his neighborhood over the past few weeks and he’d wanted nothing more than to take those fucking crack head thugs down. If one happened to get shot in the scuffle … oh well. One less shithead roaming the earth.
    Two weeks ago, they’d held his poor elderly neighbor at gunpoint, taking the little cash she’d had on hand. She’d ended up having a heart attack and had now gone to live with her daughter in Texas. He expected to see a For Sale sign in her yard any day now. What kind of pussies prey on an old woman? Fuckers. He hoped they were on the porch right now with a gun, so he could claim self-defense because he would be the last man standing.
    Opening the blinds slightly with the tip of his weapon he was relieved, but confused at the same time, to see Giselle standing at his front door.
    What was she doing here?
    Although they’d texted a few times, he hadn’t seen her since the last time he was at Dev’s, when he’d talked to Jamie. Which was also the day Giselle had comforted him. That one simple act seemed to change the course of their relationship. She’d not been as frigid as she usually was; therefore he’d kept his barbs to a minimum. He never did say anything to Dev about not working with her, but they’d had no assignments together either and he had to admit that he’d missed her.
    Stowing the gun in the back waistband of his jeans, he opened the door. Regardless of the reason she was here, she was incredibly stunning as always. The deep purple corset that pushed her breasts together and barely covered her nipples made him instantly hard. He swore she did that on purpose.
    “Giselle. You do realize humans sleep at this time of night, right?” he jibed as he stood back and waived her in.
    “Sleeping is for pussies. And old