Dead Sexy. Amanda Ashley

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      Regan laughed. “A vampire, of course.”

      He shook his head. “Our kills are not so…” His gaze lingered briefly on her throat. “Messy.”

      She looked up at him, careful not to meet his eyes—dark blue eyes that were vibrant and direct and glowed faintly, even in the dark. Eyes that could hypnotize with a glance.

      She lifted her chin a notch. “I don’t know anyone else around here who would kill a man and drink him dry, do you?”

      A muscle throbbed in Joaquin Santiago’s jaw.

      Score one for me, Regan thought with an inner smile of satisfaction.

      She tried not to stare at him, but it was difficult. He was easily the most handsome individual, man or vampire, she had ever seen. Of course, all vampires, male and female, seemed to be beautiful. It was part of their preternatural allure, but she was willing to bet that this man had been drop-dead gorgeous even before the Dark Trick had been worked upon him. Though he looked to be in his early thirties, she knew he was an old vampire, perhaps ancient. Only the old ones possessed that eerie stillness.

      “This is the fourth death in the last three weeks,” he remarked.

      “The fourth?” She hadn’t been aware there had been others.

      He nodded, once, curtly.

      “Were the police notified?”

      “No.”

      “No?” she exclaimed, her voice rising with her temper. “Why not?”

      “We do not need any more bad publicity.”

      “Publicity? Three people were killed that no one knows about, and you were worried about a little bad publicity?” She shook her head, then took a deep, calming breath. “What happened to the other bodies?”

      “They were disposed of.”

      “Did their remains look like the one found tonight?”

      Again, that precise nod.

      “The murders should have been reported.”

      He shrugged, a graceful movement of one muscular shoulder. “The victims would be just as dead.”

      She couldn’t argue with that. Still. “Their families need to know what happened to them.”

      “I fear I cannot help you. We did not check their identification.”

      He talked of their deaths so calmly, as if those who had been killed were of no consequence. Feeling suddenly chilled, Regan wrapped her arms around her body. Three people had died violently and their loved ones would never know what happened to them. They would be listed as missing persons, their families left to forever wonder what had become of them. It wasn’t right, and there was nothing she could do about it.

      “Would you like to go to Sardino’s for a drink?” he asked. “You look like you could use something to warm you.”

      Sardino’s was a restaurant located on the southeast corner of the Park. It catered to humans during the day and the Undead after dark. The restaurant had long been considered neutral territory, a place where daring humans and curious vampires could mingle without fear, if they so desired. The restaurant had two doors—one you could enter from the park and one exclusively for humans that could be accessed directly from the safety of the street beyond the park’s barrier. Out of curiosity, Regan had visited Sardino’s once, soon after she graduated from the Academy, but it had been too weird, seeing vampires and humans sitting together like old friends, and she had never gone back.

      “I don’t think so,” she said. The thought of sharing a booth with him while he drank a glass of warm Synthetic Type O wasn’t the least bit appealing. Besides, she was supposed to hunt and destroy vampires, not have cocktails with them.

      He laughed softly. “Afraid to be seen with me, Miss…” His gaze moved to the badge pinned to the lapel of her jacket. “Miss Delaney.” There was an unspoken challenge in the depths of his midnight blue eyes.

      She was afraid; afraid of the effect he had on her senses, afraid of that air of male supremacy that rolled off him in waves, but she would have chewed her tongue off and swallowed it whole before she would have admitted it. She had encountered vampires before, but never one this old, or this powerful.

      She was still trying to think of a suitable reply when, without a word, he was gone.

      Regan glanced around, surprised to find that everyone else was gone, as well, and that she was alone in the park. Though every instinct she possessed urged her to run from the place just as fast as she could, she turned and walked sedately toward the street where she had left her car. One of the first things she had learned was that showing fear in front of a vampire, or any predator for that matter, was never a good idea.

      Regan slipped her hand into her jacket pocket. She was a hunter. She was supposed to be brave. Her finger curled around the trigger. Why had she parked so far away?

      She was still a good distance from the curb when she realized someone was watching her from the darkness. She glanced casually over her shoulder, expecting to see hell-red eyes staring back at her. There was no one there, but she knew she wasn’t alone. Someone was following her. She heard faint, mocking laughter off to her left and she veered to the right. Fingers of cold sweat trickled down her spine.

      The sense of being followed grew stronger, the eerie laughter grew louder, and suddenly she was running. If anyone saw her and thought she was afraid, well, she would just have to live with it, because they were right.

      Dead right.

      She had almost reached the edge of the park when, without warning, she slammed into someone. She would have screamed, only terror froze the sound in her throat. At any rate, there was no one left in the park to come to her aid.

      The vampire stared down at her, close-set eyes blazing red, thin lips peeled back to reveal sharp white fangs. He looked young and strong and hungry—and she was going to be dinner. It was her own fault. Anyone who lingered in the park after sundown was fair game. But she wasn’t going down without a fight. She reached for her crucifix and her gun at the same time, but before she could use either one, the master of the city materialized between her and the other vampire.

      “Karl,” Santiago said, “go home.”

      The two vampires stared at each other for a long moment. Regan could feel the animosity that hummed between them, feel their power rise in a silent battle of wills. For a moment, she was afraid there would be a fight. She glanced at her car, wondering how long it would take her to get to the curb and climb inside, because if there was one thing she didn’t want to do, it was get between two angry vampires.

      Several taut moments ticked into eternity and then, with a hiss, Karl vanished from sight. She knew he hadn’t really vanished, only that he had moved faster than mortal eyes could follow.

      “Come,” Santiago said, extending his hand to her. “I will walk you to your car.”

      Regan stared up at him. Walk her to her car? “How can you do that? You can’t leave СКАЧАТЬ