The Vampyre Legal Chronicles - Daniel: Book: 3 by CC MacKenzie

and Charlotte either. The last thing he wanted to do was
scare her for no good reason.
    Gia had enough to worry about.
    "No. But power is a precarious thing. It might, and
can, go to a person’s head."
    She jerked her chin out of his hand but didn’t move back.
    "The trouble with you is that you think you’re so
clever. Keep all that lawyer focus for your clients."
     
    She sank onto the couch with the grace of a sleek cat,
tucked up those long legs under her bottom.
    Her eyes held his. "I feel complete, centred and
formidable. You have given me a gift, Daniel. I won't forget it."
    "Good to hear. What if I told you that you are my mate?
That we are now paired for as long as we both shall live?"
    Now she shrugged but those lazy eyes went sharp as any trace
of humanity simply leaked away.
    And his heart fell at the transformation from wicked
amusement to a cold killer.
    "I didn’t ask for this to happen to me. As far as I’m
concerned I might be grateful but I owe you nothing. I am my own person.
Vampyre, human, I don’t care. But I’ll tell you something for nothing, I will
never ever permit a man, or a vampyre, to force me to do something I don't want
to do again. And if you try to force me I will destroy you."
     
     
     
     

Chapter Eleven
    Daniel shook his head.
    She was sitting on his sofa, bare naked, and laying down the
law and making threats.
    To him?
    He'd unleashed something unexpected and something very, very
dangerous.
    Perhaps he should try another approach.
    "Why do you think you came to work for me?"
    "Money," she shot right back.
    He smiled and it didn't reach his eyes. "Not for a need
to right a wrong?"
     
    Was he serious?
    "Are you kidding me? Gillespie, Pattullo and Hindmarch
are sharks."
    Now those blue eyes went like ice and she wondered if this
new Gia’s big vampyre mouth might become something of an issue.
    "No. We put our clients, their needs and wishes, first.
We do not break or bend the law and that is why we are the best."
    She had to admit he was right.
    But as far as she was concerned all the lawyers in the firm
were still ruthless.
    Then she decided it wasn’t worth arguing over.
    Now he sat next to her, took her hand in his and brought it
to his mouth.
    His vivid blue eyes went so intense as they captured hers in
a dead on stare that made her pulse jolt.
    "Power," he said now in a deep voice, "is
seductive and in you, your power is huge. In many ways staggering. In many ways
you look magnificent. Somehow more. But you’re still my wee girl. And don’t you
forget it."
    The way he said it, the tone of his voice, the sincerity,
made her bite down hard on the smart comeback and speak nothing but the truth.
    "I feel invincible."
    He pressed tiny kisses across her knuckles and all the while
those watchful blue eyes never left hers.
    "You’re not."
    Her eyes held his while within her a feeling of power spread
and contracted. It was glorious. Exciting. Something she wasn’t quite seeing
danced tantalisingly at the edge of her consciousness. But she couldn’t quite
get a handle on it.
    Then she caught his eye and read a concern laced with a
deep, dark arousal.
    Again?
    The man was a sex machine.
    The heat of his gaze and the force of his desire, for her,
as if she was the most beautiful woman in the world for him only made the power
within her grow exponentially.
    She wanted him too.
    But words he’d said earlier came back to her.
    Now her chin jerked as she stared up into those determined
eyes and read the truth of his words.
    "What do you know of Enricho Donatti?" she asked.
    His hand reached to cup her face and her skin tingled in a
way that made her turn her mouth to press her lips against his palm.
    All the while her eyes never left his.
    "I know he killed your husband. Want to tell me why
you’ve sold your apartment and why you paid the proceeds into a business
account owned by Enricho Donatti?"
    The tip of her tongue took a careful lick of the palm of his
hand and his pupils