Claim the Night. Rachel Lee

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      She was dark-haired, petite. Even with his extraordinary night vision, however, he could not see the color of her eyes. Probably too dilated from adrenaline.

      “How did you do that?” she asked, barely whispering. His acute hearing picked that up, too.

      “Cowards are easy to intimidate,” he answered, a half-truth.

      He walked toward her and she took a quick, stumbling step back. “Stay away.”

      He stopped. “I’m not going to leave you here alone. Where do you live?”

      “I’m not telling you that!”

      He almost sighed, but he could hardly blame her. “I am not leaving you here alone,” he said again. He didn’t want to use the Voice on her, didn’t want to try it again even though it might not work. He avoided manipulating humans unless it was the only way.

      “I’ll get a cab.”

      “Where?” A faint amusement curled his thin mouth. “Don’t even suggest calling one. They won’t come here at night.”

      He saw her shoulders sag a bit. “How did you get here?” he asked, feeling his curiosity stir.

      “None of your business!”

      Now he did sigh. “I have a car. I can take you home.”

      “If you think I’m going to get into a car with you …”

      Not even centuries of practice could give him perfect patience. He had to get this piece of bait away from the predators that lurked for blocks around, and he couldn’t go back to his investigation unless he made sure she was safe. Time was passing, dawn approaching steadily and inevitably. Limited time, limited patience, now two tasks instead of one for the short hours he had.

      He reached her so fast she gasped when he stood right in front of her. Then, utterly without compunction, he picked her up, hardly noticing her weight, certainly not slowed by it.

      “I’m not leaving you here,” he said yet again and began to stride toward his car, not as fast as he could because he didn’t want to scare her any more, but fast enough.

      “Let me go!”

      He should have just put her to sleep. “I can take you to your home, or take you to my office, but I am not leaving you here.”

      Just a touch of the Voice. Just a hint, but it stilled her until they reached his car. So she wasn’t completely impervious. Perhaps. Impossible to tell exactly what she was responding to.

      He had chosen his vehicle because it wouldn’t attract attention in this neighborhood: a few years too old, dented, even rusted. Not a hood ornament or hubcap to steal.

      “You can’t do this,” she said as he put her on her feet beside the car.

      “I am doing it. My office or your home.”

      “I don’t want you to know where I live!”

      “My office then. You’ll like my assistant.” He opened the passenger door for her.

      Still, she hesitated. “Your assistant?”

      “Chloe Crandall,” he said, seeking to create a sense of normalcy for her. “A bit strange for my taste, but a nice young lady all the same. Then you can argue with her about how you’ll get safely home.”

      Still stubborn, she glared at him. “Who are you?”

      He reached into his breast pocket, inside his long leather coat, and passed her his business card.

      Jude Messenger, Licensed Private Investigator, Messenger Investigations, Inc. Phone numbers, email, fax, but no website.

      She looked up from the card at him. “A private investigator?”

      “Yes.” Would she ever get into the car? At this rate he’d never get back here to check into his case.

      “Can I keep this?”

      “Not only can you keep it, you can have a whole stack of them if you want. Leave them everywhere you go like breadcrumbs.”

      At that, one corner of her mouth twitched up ward. Some Rubicon had been crossed in her mind. At last she slid into the car. He closed the door behind her and forced himself to walk at human speed around to the driver’s side.

      When he got behind the wheel, however, he gave her no further quarter. The tires squealed as he peeled away. As good as she smelled, he had to get her out of the confines of the car as quickly as possible. He couldn’t afford a slip, even a minor one.

      “Could you slow down, please?”

      “No.”

      “You’ll get us killed!”

      He laughed. How could he not? “You’re safer with me at any speed than you were back there with those guys. How did you get there?”

      Silence. Well, he had more important concerns. Let her keep her secrets.

      But then, hesitantly, she answered. “I was with a friend. She wanted to go to some clubs. I … ordinarily don’t enjoy that, but she didn’t want to go alone.”

      “Wise.”

      “Who was wise?” she asked. It almost sounded like a challenge.

      “Both of you. Clubbing can be a bad scene. Going alone even worse. So let me guess. She met someone and there you were all alone.”

      A sigh reached him in the darkness and with it the truly enticing scent of her breath. His hands tightened on the steering wheel.

      “Yes,” she said presently. “She met someone, and I decided to go home. This guy she introduced me to earlier seemed safe enough. She knew him.”

      “I understand.”

      “So when he offered to drive me, I said yes. But he came this way, and tried to … tried to …”

      He didn’t need her to finish. “You ran.”

      “Yes.”

      “That’s a clear picture.” He wondered if he should ask her who this guy was who tried to take advantage of her, then decided she’d probably get angry at him for interfering. People rarely appreciated offers of help they hadn’t asked for.

      His hyperacute senses detected no heartbeats nearby at street level, at least none that weren’t in the slow rhythm of sleep, so he ran a couple of red lights, certain no cops were near enough to see. He heard his passenger gasp, but he ignored it.

      “Do you obey any laws?” she demanded.

      “Not when they get in the way of saving lives.”

      “My life isn’t in danger anymore.”

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