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She followed hih the crowd

Ian was seated in an open booth, tost melt away, replaced with incredulity Even in a roo to be va chains adorned his legs, the same color as the leather pants that dipped low on his hips And aside from the studded slave collar Ian wore around his neck and the studs pierced through his niles, that was all he had on

Ian grinned at her, trailing a pale hand down his chest "Luscious, aren’t I, poppet? Go on, stare I don’t aze away, but not because she’d been transfixed in admiration Sure, Ian had an abdomen that could double as a washboard and his face was eerily handsome, but he also had monster written all over hi off him? If she’d met Ian in an alley, she’d run like hell, no matter how much beautiful skin he showed

"You look like a Dracula pn hed, but Ian winced "Let’s not speak of hiht appear if we do"

The word devil sobered her That’s right, she wasn’t here to focus on Spade, or Ian, or anything except searching for Nathanial Her family’s lives depended on it, and so did her hurowl, even though it had been only three hours since she’d eaten Ian raised a brow, hearing it even over the pu it as well, then gestured at Ian’s booth

"Wait here whilst I see if there’s anything for you to eat"

A slow smile lit Ian’s face Denise didn’t want to be left with hiy The brunette to Ian’s left scooted over,the faces of the ht Or the one on his way to the bar

"How a," Ian drawled

Denise didn’t look at hi to fetch you food as though he were a servant," Ian replied "Master vampires don’t do that, poppet Makes lanced over, noticing that neither of the wo vaed to hi

"We’re, ahhe’sit’s none of your business"

What had she been about to do, tell Ian Spade ith her only because she’d coerced him? Or hoas demonic essence that had turned her into a compulsive overeater? It had to be Normally when she was stressed, she ate less, notsupernatural, she’d have put on ten pounds this past week

"He’s only being polite You should look the word up," Denise settled on

Ian snorted "And angels fly out of my arse when I fart All his chivalrous tendencies aside, I haven’t seen Charles this attentive with a human in al her head over Ian’s crude iery when the rest of what he said penetrated

"What huo?"

Even as she asked it, she wished she hadn’t For one, it was none of her business, and for another, she was starting to sound like a vaet away fro but huleamed "Hasn’t he told you about her yet?"

She couldn’t help herself "Her who?"

"Ah, ah" Ian tsked "That’s not ht it up," she snapped, her te in an instant

Both of Ian’s broent up Denise fought for control This wasn’t she It was the daet focus on priorities It didn’t o

To distract herself fro in her, she turned to the brunette at her right

"Sorry, Ian didn’t introduce us I’hty of Ian’s people passed through the Cri Ian summoned them only earlier this afternoon In addition to that, Spade counted several vahouls, and dozens of humans with a distinct undead scent that marked thenized her relative a any of the fro shortly," Spade told her

Denise nodded, her head propped up on her hand, her shoulders sluhten her mood even as he cursed himself He wasn’t here to be a bloody cheerleader, after all Still, the iron will Denise had exhibited, pushing back the PTSD he could tell had risen more than once, iave herself credit for With time, she’d be able to defeat her anxiety around vahouls entirely

But she doesn’t want to, he reminded himself Once Denise had those marks off, she’d have no need to, be cause she’d never willingly associate with a vaht soured his mood He stood "I need to feed before we leave Stay here with Ian"

He didn’t wait for her response, but grimly headed for the dance floor Even at this late hour, it was crowded enough that he could have his pick of people to feed from The Crimson Fountain didn’t close until dawn, still a few hours away

Spade tore his thoughts away fro feast before hi woman didn’t wait for hi as she snake-hipped to the eous," she crooned

Spade raked her with a gaze Hu particular at the moment

He let her lead hi back as he pulled her to hiasped when he began torhythave hian to unbutton his shirt, trailing her hands down his flesh once it hung open

Spade allowed her to explore for anotherhis chest, her pulse - so close to his ainst hi out a moan as he brushed her hair back and nuzzled her neck He kept dancing as he held her, unconcerned about letting his fangs show in this crowd, or in bending his head to her throat Anyone watching would think it was an act, the saht And she’d never know it had been the real thing once he was done ht before he sank his teeth into her neck, however, a sharp whistle jerked his head up Ian stood next to the railing over the dance floor, gesturing alht you’d want to know Denise just ran off"<ins class="adsbygoogle" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true"></ins>