The Wicked by Stacey Kennedy Page B

back on the hot sex.
     
    Twenty minutes later, the two were still going at it. Kyden had leaned against a table, Broden squatted down against the wall and Haven sat on the floor, picking at her nails.
     
    “Good lord,” I snapped and tapped my foot impatiently. “Are they ever going to be done?” This woman was on orgasm number seven the last time I counted. Hell, wasn’t she getting sore?
     
    “I wish!” Haven exclaimed. “This is taking forever.”
     
    Just as Haven’s words drifted away, the woman gasped, her eyes rolling back in her head.
     
    Kyden stood up quickly, focusing on the woman.
     
    “Nadine, what is it?” The vampire looked tormented. “What is wrong? Did I drink too much? Oh no. What have I done?”
     
    The woman was thrashing about, convulsing terribly, then she went silent.
     
    The vampire started bawling like a baby who just lost their favorite toy. “My heart…my treasure…I’ve killed you.” After a few more sobbing moments, he stood and quickly got dressed.
     
    On his way out the door, the vision froze and the vampire stood right in front of me. I gave him a quick once over to remember his features, but nothing about him was shocking except one thing. “He looks traumatized,” I stated.
     
    Kyden came to stand beside me. “Indeed he does.”
     
    “I’ve had enough for one night,” Haven said, letting the vision fade. “That was thoroughly disgusting.” She leaned in and kissed my cheek then headed for the door to go back to the portal. “I’ll see you two later.”
     
    After she left, I turned to Kyden. “What do you think…?” My words were cut off by Haven’s scream.
     
    Kyden flew out the door with Broden and me following behind.
     
    Haven stood in the living room staring at the vampire in question. He was young—obviously turned in his late teens. He wept, his face buried into his hands.
     
    “Sorry for the scream,” Haven said as she glanced back to us. “I was startled.”
     
    “Well, this is different.” I laughed. “How often does the target just appear at the scene?”
     
    “Not as much as I would like,” Kyden responded.
     
    He pulled the vampire up whose face was streaked with bloody tears. That’s just another disgusting thing they do.
     
    “Pull yourself together man.” Kyden shook him a little. “We need to talk with you.”
     
    The vampire wiped his face, which just smeared the blood more.
     
    I cringed and reached for a Kleenex on the coffee table. “Here take this. Do something about that.”
     
    After his face was clean, he was suitable to be on a teen novel cover—perfectly cute in every way. With his short blond and wavy hair, innocent dark eyes, and lips that would have teen girls going gaga over.
     
    “She’s really dead, isn’t she?” he cried.
     
    “She is,” Kyden replied with no emotion. “What is your name?”
     
    “Lowen,” he answered.
     
    Broden grabbed Lowen’s arm, pushed him back on the couch and took a seat next to him, taking out a pad of paper and a pen. “What can you tell us?” he asked.
     
    Detective all the way. What more did we need to know? What did he have to write down?
     
    Lowen ran through the night events just as we’d seen them. Never missing a beat nor wavering from the truth. “I loved her,” he cried. “I was going to turn her. We were going to do it soon. We were just waiting until she finished school. How will I go on without her?”
     
    “You are immortal,” Broden said with a loud snort. “Loss is a part of what we deal with. When were you turned?”
     
    “A few years back.”
     
    “That explains it.” Broden looked up at me. “He is young.”
     
    “How do we find out what killed her?” I asked him. “I mean, was it drugs or him drinking her?”
     
    Broden shrugged. “It was probably a combination of both. With the loss of blood the drugs must have overwhelmed her body.”
     
    “That disgusting habit of hers,” Lowen spat. “I tried on many