welcoming committee was in a foul mood.”
“He’s dead?”
“He was alive when he left the RV, but he was hurting.”
“Damn.”
With an unexpected speed, Regan was moving deeper into the living area of the RV, punching holes into the faux wooden panels of the wall.
Jagr moved to her side, his lips curving as splinters filled the air. There was nothing more arousing than a powerful woman.
“Not that I don’t approve of wholesale destruction, but there are more satisfying means of exorcising your frustration,” he murmured.
“Culligan kept his money and private papers in a safe…ah.” Tossing him a smug smile, Regan tugged out a small metal box from the hole she’d just made in the panel. A smile that faded as she struggled to wrench the thing open. “Crap.”
“Allow me.” Without asking for permission, Jagr pulled the box from her grasp and wrenched the heavy lid off.
Not surprisingly, he was rewarded with a nasty glare. “Am I supposed to be impressed with your bulging muscles and mindless brute strength?”
“You can be impressed by anything you want, little one, although most women prefer my bulging…”
“Bleck.” She held up a hand. “Enough.”
Jagr might have been offended if he didn’t catch the unmistakable scent of her desire whenever he was near.
Glancing in the box, Jagr grimaced and shoved it toward Regan. “I think you’ve earned this.”
“Christ,” she breathed, her eyes widening at the stash of jewels and watches and neatly stacked money. “Humans. You would think thousands of years of evolution would finally give them the talent of recognizing a blatant swindle.” Regan shuddered, staring at the box as if it were contaminated. “I don’t want this. It’s tainted.”
“Then give it to a charity or throw it in the river. Just so long as Culligan or his friends can’t get their hands on it.”
Regan grimaced. “You’re right.”
“I’m right?” Jagr pressed a hand to his heart in mock astonishment. “Blessed saints, did the sky fall?”
“Smart ass…”
Regan’s eyes widened as Jagr flowed forward to press a hand to her mouth.
“Someone’s approaching,” he whispered close to her ear. She tugged his hand from her mouth, but was careful to keep her voice soft.
“Culligan?”
“I can’t tell. They must be cloaked by a spell to cover their scent.”
On the point of turning the hunter into his personal prey, Jagr stiffened. He had less than a beat to catch the scent of smoke before a bottle crashed through the window of the RV and exploded in flames. Instinctively, Jagr backed away. Fire was one enemy a vampire couldn’t battle.
“Time for you to go, Regan.” He shoved her toward the flames that were spreading with lethal speed. “Run.”
Digging in her heels she whirled to glare at him. “Are you mental?”
“The fire isn’t magical, you’ll heal from the burns,” he rasped, his body quivering with the need to rush her to safety.
“Yeah, only to be killed by the freaking King of Vamps when he discovers I bolted like a wuss and left his favorite pet to become toast.”
“Styx would never harm you, and I am not the Anasso’s favorite anything, let alone his pet. Now get the hell out of here.”
The smoke thickened, the heat already bringing beads of sweat to Regan’s face, but the woman stubbornly refused to flee.
“Forget it, chief. It’s not happening.”
“Damn.”
Muttering ancient curses and more than a few derogatory comments on the brains of Weres in general, and one in particular, Jagr wrapped his arms around his personal thorn in his side, and with one mighty surge smashed through the side of the RV.
Chapter 7
Even buffered by Jagr’s huge body, Regan’s breath was wrenched from her lungs as they crashed through the side of the motor home and landed on the pathway with a hard jolt.
Before she’d managed to suck in the much needed air, Jagr had jerked her to her feet and turned to face the two attackers that
“He’s dead?”
“He was alive when he left the RV, but he was hurting.”
“Damn.”
With an unexpected speed, Regan was moving deeper into the living area of the RV, punching holes into the faux wooden panels of the wall.
Jagr moved to her side, his lips curving as splinters filled the air. There was nothing more arousing than a powerful woman.
“Not that I don’t approve of wholesale destruction, but there are more satisfying means of exorcising your frustration,” he murmured.
“Culligan kept his money and private papers in a safe…ah.” Tossing him a smug smile, Regan tugged out a small metal box from the hole she’d just made in the panel. A smile that faded as she struggled to wrench the thing open. “Crap.”
“Allow me.” Without asking for permission, Jagr pulled the box from her grasp and wrenched the heavy lid off.
Not surprisingly, he was rewarded with a nasty glare. “Am I supposed to be impressed with your bulging muscles and mindless brute strength?”
“You can be impressed by anything you want, little one, although most women prefer my bulging…”
“Bleck.” She held up a hand. “Enough.”
Jagr might have been offended if he didn’t catch the unmistakable scent of her desire whenever he was near.
Glancing in the box, Jagr grimaced and shoved it toward Regan. “I think you’ve earned this.”
“Christ,” she breathed, her eyes widening at the stash of jewels and watches and neatly stacked money. “Humans. You would think thousands of years of evolution would finally give them the talent of recognizing a blatant swindle.” Regan shuddered, staring at the box as if it were contaminated. “I don’t want this. It’s tainted.”
“Then give it to a charity or throw it in the river. Just so long as Culligan or his friends can’t get their hands on it.”
Regan grimaced. “You’re right.”
“I’m right?” Jagr pressed a hand to his heart in mock astonishment. “Blessed saints, did the sky fall?”
“Smart ass…”
Regan’s eyes widened as Jagr flowed forward to press a hand to her mouth.
“Someone’s approaching,” he whispered close to her ear. She tugged his hand from her mouth, but was careful to keep her voice soft.
“Culligan?”
“I can’t tell. They must be cloaked by a spell to cover their scent.”
On the point of turning the hunter into his personal prey, Jagr stiffened. He had less than a beat to catch the scent of smoke before a bottle crashed through the window of the RV and exploded in flames. Instinctively, Jagr backed away. Fire was one enemy a vampire couldn’t battle.
“Time for you to go, Regan.” He shoved her toward the flames that were spreading with lethal speed. “Run.”
Digging in her heels she whirled to glare at him. “Are you mental?”
“The fire isn’t magical, you’ll heal from the burns,” he rasped, his body quivering with the need to rush her to safety.
“Yeah, only to be killed by the freaking King of Vamps when he discovers I bolted like a wuss and left his favorite pet to become toast.”
“Styx would never harm you, and I am not the Anasso’s favorite anything, let alone his pet. Now get the hell out of here.”
The smoke thickened, the heat already bringing beads of sweat to Regan’s face, but the woman stubbornly refused to flee.
“Forget it, chief. It’s not happening.”
“Damn.”
Muttering ancient curses and more than a few derogatory comments on the brains of Weres in general, and one in particular, Jagr wrapped his arms around his personal thorn in his side, and with one mighty surge smashed through the side of the RV.
Chapter 7
Even buffered by Jagr’s huge body, Regan’s breath was wrenched from her lungs as they crashed through the side of the motor home and landed on the pathway with a hard jolt.
Before she’d managed to suck in the much needed air, Jagr had jerked her to her feet and turned to face the two attackers that
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