you inject me with?”
Selena let out a long breath. “I was in Kyrgyzstan on business that is none of your business. Señor Balderama was a dear friend of my late mother, we keep in touch. And what I injected you with?” She shrugged. “If I told you, I’d have to kill you, and that would defeat the purpose, wouldn’t it?”
“Why were you following the trailer?”
She strode over to the door and opened it. “I’ve told you all I’m going to tell you. I have work to do, please leave.”
Nikko strode to the door and put his hand over hers on the knob. “We’re not even close to being done, Selena.” Jealousy tore through him when he thought of her with Madeo. “Go fuck your Cuban. Make sure you wash his stench off before you come back downstairs. I’ll be waiting for you.”
He slammed the door shut behind him.
CHAPTER EIGHT
S elena’s knees wavered beneath her. She steadied herself against the closed door. Every inch of her—body, heart, and soul—screamed for succor. Succor only Johnny could give her.
What had just happened? One minute she’d been lulling Armadeo into believing he’d get lucky, and the next minute her past in the form of Johnny Cicone came bursting into her present with a vengeance. Old wounds had been ripped open, and she was bleeding from the inside out. He still had the power to make her knees weak. Cause her heart to ache.
He looked good. Too good. The first time she laid eyes on him ten years ago, it was the sparkle in his crystal blue eyes and his easy smile that had caught her attention. If she had met him for the first time tonight, his dark, dangerous looks would have lured her. His jet-black hair, smoldering blue eyes, and sinful lips aside, it was the way he moved, arrogant, sleek, sure, pantherlike, that turned heads. There was nothing weak or unsure about the man. Everything about him was extreme.
And it was going to be extremely difficult to maintain her composure when he was near. Selena pushed her long hair from her eyes. She’d survived the past eight years because she’d had purpose, but everything was different now. Johnny knew she was alive, knew she was after the cask, and knew she had injected him with something illegal. He wasn’t going to go away until he had his answers. If he stayed, they would both be vulnerable not just to each other, but to her father. It was why she had been so cold at the end of their encounter. For her sake, but for Johnny’s, too.
Dear God, where had he come from? Whom did he work for? How had he found her? And, Dios míos , he had changed. He was not the man she had known. But did she really think he would be? Not only had what seemed like a lifetime passed, but the Rev she’d injected Johnny with had worked, and then some. If she had just met him, she’d swear he was a full-blown vampire, albeit a new one. He was having control issues. Not only had he yet to learn how to manipulate his new abilities, but the shot of Rev didn’t seem to have run its course of a few days as it did with her. Was it because her half-daemon metabolism was faster?
Rev was not created for humans. Joran had created it to revive dying vampires. In her case, it was like a prolonged shot of adrenaline with healing properties. Giving it to Johnny had saved his human life, but at what cost?
She rubbed her fingertips against her sore neck. He had broken her skin and tasted her blood while he ravaged her. Her skin warmed. She closed her eyes and recalled his touch. How she was on the verge of begging him for more. No one made her feel so alive, so wanton, so—
Her eyes flashed open. How had she allowed herself to be so vulnerable? And dear God, why?
But she already knew why. It had been the daemon part of her. Even Madeo drew a certain amount of desire from her with his touch. It was the nature of her beast. But only Johnny inflamed every inch of her. She had not been able to control it all those years ago, and she could not control it now.
It
Selena let out a long breath. “I was in Kyrgyzstan on business that is none of your business. Señor Balderama was a dear friend of my late mother, we keep in touch. And what I injected you with?” She shrugged. “If I told you, I’d have to kill you, and that would defeat the purpose, wouldn’t it?”
“Why were you following the trailer?”
She strode over to the door and opened it. “I’ve told you all I’m going to tell you. I have work to do, please leave.”
Nikko strode to the door and put his hand over hers on the knob. “We’re not even close to being done, Selena.” Jealousy tore through him when he thought of her with Madeo. “Go fuck your Cuban. Make sure you wash his stench off before you come back downstairs. I’ll be waiting for you.”
He slammed the door shut behind him.
CHAPTER EIGHT
S elena’s knees wavered beneath her. She steadied herself against the closed door. Every inch of her—body, heart, and soul—screamed for succor. Succor only Johnny could give her.
What had just happened? One minute she’d been lulling Armadeo into believing he’d get lucky, and the next minute her past in the form of Johnny Cicone came bursting into her present with a vengeance. Old wounds had been ripped open, and she was bleeding from the inside out. He still had the power to make her knees weak. Cause her heart to ache.
He looked good. Too good. The first time she laid eyes on him ten years ago, it was the sparkle in his crystal blue eyes and his easy smile that had caught her attention. If she had met him for the first time tonight, his dark, dangerous looks would have lured her. His jet-black hair, smoldering blue eyes, and sinful lips aside, it was the way he moved, arrogant, sleek, sure, pantherlike, that turned heads. There was nothing weak or unsure about the man. Everything about him was extreme.
And it was going to be extremely difficult to maintain her composure when he was near. Selena pushed her long hair from her eyes. She’d survived the past eight years because she’d had purpose, but everything was different now. Johnny knew she was alive, knew she was after the cask, and knew she had injected him with something illegal. He wasn’t going to go away until he had his answers. If he stayed, they would both be vulnerable not just to each other, but to her father. It was why she had been so cold at the end of their encounter. For her sake, but for Johnny’s, too.
Dear God, where had he come from? Whom did he work for? How had he found her? And, Dios míos , he had changed. He was not the man she had known. But did she really think he would be? Not only had what seemed like a lifetime passed, but the Rev she’d injected Johnny with had worked, and then some. If she had just met him, she’d swear he was a full-blown vampire, albeit a new one. He was having control issues. Not only had he yet to learn how to manipulate his new abilities, but the shot of Rev didn’t seem to have run its course of a few days as it did with her. Was it because her half-daemon metabolism was faster?
Rev was not created for humans. Joran had created it to revive dying vampires. In her case, it was like a prolonged shot of adrenaline with healing properties. Giving it to Johnny had saved his human life, but at what cost?
She rubbed her fingertips against her sore neck. He had broken her skin and tasted her blood while he ravaged her. Her skin warmed. She closed her eyes and recalled his touch. How she was on the verge of begging him for more. No one made her feel so alive, so wanton, so—
Her eyes flashed open. How had she allowed herself to be so vulnerable? And dear God, why?
But she already knew why. It had been the daemon part of her. Even Madeo drew a certain amount of desire from her with his touch. It was the nature of her beast. But only Johnny inflamed every inch of her. She had not been able to control it all those years ago, and she could not control it now.
It
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