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“What,” the asped, his eyes ith shock and terror, “what… are… you?”
“Buddy, sometimes I ask myself that same question” He slammed the stake home Didn’t wait around to watch the show as the varated There was another one to take out
Anticipation shih side streets and alleys Like the , and Wraith caught her off guard as she crept in the shadows behind a building He shoved her into the wall, lifting her by the throat so she dangled off the ground
“This was too easy,” Wraith said “What is the Vas these days?”
“I’” Her voice was a low, seductive purr, and even as she spoke, she lifted her legs to wrap them around Wraith’s hips “I’ll show you”
The scent of lust ca and heating, but he’d rather kill hih he had different reasons for not bedding human females
He leaned in so his lips brushed her ear, which was pierced all the way around “Not interested,” he growled, but still, she arched against him, affected by his incubus pheromones
You shouldn’t play with your food Eidolon’s voice rang in his ears, but Wraith ignored it the way he ignored prettyhis brothers said to hi a meal of this female
“Could’ve fooledher hps into his erection
“Maybe you need soave her an eyeful of wooden stake
Her eyes ild “Please…” She sed, her throat convulsing beneath his pal flower, and that fast the teone “Please Just… do it quickly”
He blinked He’d expected her to beg for her life He aze, and sloith a sick sense of dread, he shuffled his fingers on her neck A raised pattern peeked from beneath the collar of her hoodie Damn
He shoved his stake into his pocket and tugged her sweatshirt aside to reveal a welted pattern the size of his fist
A slave mark Not just any slave mark The cross-bones brand of Neethul slavemasters, the cruelest of the demon slave traders This fe So… and now she was doing what she had to in order to survive
She’d suffered Was probably suffering even now
Sout, and it wasn’t until he lowered her to the ground without realizing it that he identified the strange feeling Sympathy
“Go,” he said roughly “Before I change my mind”
She got the hell out of there, and so did Wraith Rattled by his uncharacteristic display of et back on track He needed to feed He needed to cause some pain
The punks had split up, and one by one, he tracked them doith almost mechanical efficiency until only the leader was left So out, a familiar sound in this part of the city, so familiar he doubted the cops would even be called
The leader was ahead, pacing in front of a boarded-up shop front, his voice crisp with agitation as he barked out orders on his cell phone
“Yo, scu,” Wraith yelled “I’n?”
-Red-faced with fury, the leader bolted into an alley after Wraith Halfway in, Wraith pivoted around The gangster pulled his gun, but Wraith disarmed him before he could so much as blink The weapon skidded across the wet paveuy’s back into a wall and jammed his forearm across the human’s thick neck
“This is disappointing,” Wraith drawled “I expected ht I seriously wanted to tenderize you before I ate you When are you guys going to learn that a gun is no substitute for learning hand-to-hand combat techniques?”
“Fuck you,” the guy spat
“Guy like uy’s cheek “You Wish”
An outraged bellow er tainted by a tantalizing thread of fear Hunger roared through Wraith, and his fangs began to elongate Playtister’s throat Warm, silky blood filled his mouth, and after a couple of spasms, his prey went limp
Wraith could have used his Seuy’s head with happy, pleasant visions, but this dude was scus he’d done slapped at Wraith’s brain in rapid-fire succession Sure, Wraith was no angel—though he’d screwed a false one or ten—but with the exception of Aegis Guardians, he didn’t harm human women or children
This guy… well, Wraith wished he hadn’t blown thisthe gangster could be fun Sing the human’s alcohol-laced blood with relish, Wraith used his es of what Wraith would do to hiain For the most part he couldn’t care less if a hu on the weak and the old
There was no sport in that
Power surged through Wraith, power and adrenaline and flashes of heat lightning under his skin His dermoire, a history of his Seers on his right hand to his shoulder and neck, and all the way to the right side of his face, where the swirling black glyphs ht it was a tattoo—soht it was cool; the rest were appalled
Huht
His prey’s pulse picked up as his heart tried to co pulls, disengaged his fangs, and hesitated before licking the puncture holes to seal the wound He’d neverthe sweat, dirt, perfu silently, he swiped the holes with his tongue and tried not to shudder, but the shakes wracked his body anyway
“You should kill him”
The male voice, deep and calm, startled him No one snuck up on Wraith Ever
He released the gangbanger, letting the guy hit the pavement with a thud In a fluid, easy movement, he faced the newco of a dart in his throat
“Shit!” Wraith ripped the dart froed the guy who had shot hiut the bastard
Wraith grabbed for the ers only brushed the collar The guy was unnaturally fast—unnaturally fast for a human This male was demonkind, species unknown