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More’s the pity, because Dante was still itching for soht’s patrol was through, he wanted to get bruised and bloody Call it attitude adjusts off tonight
Harvard, on the other hand, looked like he’d kill for a long shower Maybe a cold one, Dante thought, following the vaaze across the club, to where a petite fe pale blond hair was standing with some other humans Every time she tossed soent see her slightestlike he was ready to pounce
Maybe she sensed the heat of the vampire’s stare; human nervous syste stalked by otherworldly eyes The blonde twirled a length of hair around her finger and cast a sidelong look over her shoulder, zeroing in on the Darkhaven agent with dark, inviting eyes
"You’re in luck, Harvard Looks like she digs you too"
Chase scowled, ignoring Blondie as she broke away fro that I want"
"Could have fooled me" Dante chuckled "What, you Darkhaven types don’t do hot and interested?"
"Unlike others of our kind, I find it personally degrading to give in to ht to heel I try to maintain so to be said for that, Dante thought irritably "Where the hell were you with that advice a few hours ago, Dr Phil?"
Chase shot hiestured to a knot of clubbers near the other end of the place A civilianoff fuck-me vibes than they were in whatever one of the hu in the center of the rowdy crowd
"So down in the far corner," he told Chase "Looks like they’re busting out party favors Cootten the words out before Dante realized what he was seeing By then, all hell had broken loose
One of the va it hard His head snapped back on his shoulders and he let out a deep howl
"Criathered that
When the Darkhaven youth’s chin ca yellow eyes The hu, but it was a cluh to escape The va her to the floor beneath him The kid was lost to sudden, swift Bloodlust, his sharp teeth stretching longer in anticipation of his kill
Two hundred people were about to witness a very bloody, very violent--and very public--va too fast for huh the crowded dance floor They were closing in on the catastrophe taking place in the corner when Dante caught a gli a spilled vial of Crimson powder, his jaw slack with horror in the split second before he bolted out the club’s back door
Holy hell
Dante knew the son of a bitch
Not by nao--with Tess, at the art museum
The Crimson dealer was her boyfriend
Chapter Eleven
"Go after hiut i huot their first taste of paveht here in the club He catapulted onto the back of the raving Darkhaven youth and peeled hi human prey Dante threw the va on hiain
"Get out of here!" he ordered the stricken female when she lay there at his feet, i too fast for her hu to her ears as a growled, disembodied command "Move, damn it Now!"
Dante didn’t wait to see if she obeyed
The Cri, his fingers curled into claws His gapingfros His pupils were narrowed to thin vertical slits, nothing but a blast of yellow fire surrounding the focus itchy, head cocking from side to side as if he couldn’t decide what he wanted more: an open human carotid or a piece of the one who’d interrupted his e for the nearest hu bodily down the back corridor of the club, the both of theh the exit and rolled out onto the alley behind the place There was no one out there--no sign of Chase or Tess’s dealer boyfriend There was only darkness and dae
With the Cri at him in a feral chaos of movement, Dante flicked a sharpshut and ja out into the fray
The young Darkhaven va, thrashing and fighting like he was a hot clamp down on his forearm and realized with not a little fury that the kid had sunk his fangs into his arm
Dante roared, what little patience he had for the situation evaporating as he gripped his attacker’s skull and launched the kid off hiainst the side of the steel Duly ars
Dante stalked over to hilow of fury He could feel his fangs extruding, a physical reaction to the heat of battle "Get up," he told the younger male
"Get up, before I lift you up by your balls, asshole"
The kid was growling low under his breath,as he collected himself He stood up and pulled a knife out of the back pocket of his jeans As weapons went it was pitiful, just a stubby blade with a fake horn handle The utilitarian knife looked like so the kid had pilfered out of his father’s toolbox
"Nohat the fuck do you think you’re gonna do with that?" Dante asked, coolly sliding his malebranche blade out of its sheath The arc of polished steel with its sleek titaniuleamed like molten silver, even in the dark
The Darkhaven youth eyed the custoer, then snarled and took a careless swipe at Dante