the
restaurant alone.” Her weird eyes flicked
to Melina. “It’s how he knew where you
were.”
“Why is she talking like that?” Melina
asked, frowning at the woman as she
digested her admission. Her words were
stilted, as if she didn’t want to be talking
but couldn’t stop herself.
“Ronan can compel other vampires to
speak the truth. It’s one of his gifts,”
Kiernan said.
Wow. Melina was silent as Ronan
dragged the woman forward another few
feet. Immediately Kieran stepped half in
front of Melina, blocking her. She didn’t
bother biting back a smile at his over-
protectiveness. “So the other night she
called the Mazzonis to tell them I’d be
leaving?” It had alarmed her how they’d
known so quickly, but she’d assumed
they’d just been following her.
Ronan nodded at her, then focused on
his brother. “I thought it was weird that
she called me out of the blue, so I did
some checking up on her phone records
and found she’s been in frequent contact
with Uberto Mazzoni very recently. She’s
been watching your woman for a couple
weeks, but hasn’t been able to get close
because of you or her pack. It’s why Tisha
was at the restaurant in the first place. She
followed you there and wanted to stir up
trouble between you two, hoping to get
Melina alone.” Ronan’s voice had a biting
edge to it that made Melina shiver.
Melina hated that someone had been
watching her and she hadn’t even been
aware of it. But she was also thankful that
Kiernan had been in her life these past
few months, his presence alone a
protection.
“Tell them what else you told me,”
Ronan ordered the female, his voice a
deep, almost inhuman growl.
“Uberto’s Alpha, Abel, was poisoned
with silver. . . . Got into his blood stream
and he’s dying.” Her shoulders slumped
and it was as if she’d decided to stop
fighting the compulsion. She sighed and
her words came out much smoother. “They
wanted you to heal him but knew it would
likely kill you to expend so much energy
to save him. They’d also planned to take
one of your cousins to ensure you’d help.
Or if that hadn’t worked, they were going
to threaten some innocents.”
“Tell them why you did it,” Ronan
growled again, his fingers tightening
around her arm.
She gritted her teeth as she said,
“Money.”
Before Melina could blink, a syringe
appeared in Ronan’s hand and he’d
shoved it into the woman’s neck. The
redhead’s eyes widened for a split second
before she slumped against him.
Melina stepped forward. “Oh, my—”
“She’s not dead, just unconscious,”
Ronan bit out, answering Melina’s
question before she could voice it.
It was subtle, but she noticed the way
Kiernan relaxed then. There was a slight
loosening in his shoulders as he stepped
back and wrapped his arms around her,
pulling her close. “Thank you for doing
that,” Kiernan said quietly.
His brother nodded. “I’m taking her to
New York for Father to deal with.”
Melina was equally grateful but still
curious. “Thank you, but . . . why did you
bring her here? You could have just told
your brother.”
Kiernan squeezed her shoulders so she
looked up at him. “He did it so you’d hear
firsthand and relay it to your Alpha. Even
though she was involved, we’ll be
punishing her. She’s not a member of any
coven so technically she doesn’t fall under
our jurisdiction. But she plotted against a
healer, my healer. She’ll be held
accountable.” Now Kiernan growled, the
sound low and deadly.
Melina’s eyes widened at that tone,
glad it wasn’t directed at her, though she
was touched by the protective vibe he was
putting off. By the time she looked back at
Ronan, he was already carrying the
woman from the house.
Once they were alone, Kiernan lifted
her up and placed her on the counter.
Immediately she spread her legs and
wrapped around him. He bent to her neck,
raking his teeth
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