He pocketed the phone.
“Squirrels in My Pants?” she couldn’t resist asking.
His handsome face lit with a faint smile. “Inside joke. I’m afraid I must leave.”
“Places to go, vampires to party with?”
He shook his head and backed away. “Go home, Krysta.”
How the hell did he know her name?
And why did hearing him say it induce shivers of pleasure?
“No more hunting,” he ordered. Or implored.
She just couldn’t read this guy. She was attracted to him, damn it, and it was warping her judgement. So she said nothing.
“Promise me,” he insisted.
“I promise,” she said. “No more hunting.”
His handsome face relaxed into an easy grin.
“Tonight,” she added. “No more hunting tonight.” She needed to take a step back and try to absorb everything she had learned.
His scowl returned. “Stubborn wench. Until we meet again then.” He bowed. “Bonne nuit.”
His form blurred and dashed around the corner, moving so swiftly ordinary humans wouldn’t be able to follow him with their eyes. He could run past some and all they would feel or notice was the breeze his passing created.
But Krysta could follow his aura. It lit up the night.
Hurrying to the corner, she peered around the building’s edge.
Étienne was a distant, dark figure surrounded by phosphorescent, constantly shifting white and purple near the frat house.
In the blink of an eye, a second dark figure with an identical aura joined him.
She gasped. The other’s aura hadn’t approached from any direction. It—he—had just appeared out of thin air.
The stranger touched Étienne’s shoulder. Both vanished.
Her knees weakening, Krysta leaned against the rough bricks of the building beside her.
There were two of them. Two vampires with that fascinating aura she had never before beheld.
And one of them could teleport.
Or could both of them? She hadn’t heard or seen Étienne’s approach tonight. One second she had been demanding he show himself. The next he had spoken behind her.
After talking with him, she had assumed he had just jumped down from the roof. Had he instead teleported?
Was that even what it was called? Teleporting? It sounded so sci-fi. Not vampirish at all.
Sighing, she took out her cell phone and called Sean.
A moment later, their battered Dodge Shadow halted before her and the passenger door sprang open.
Her brother’s curious gaze pierced her as she sank into the bucket seat and slammed the door.
“No luck tonight?” he asked.
Kinda hard to miss the lack of blood splatter.
She shook her head.
He sent her an encouraging smile. “Maybe you killed them all.”
She laughed. “I wish.”
He began the journey home. “You must have scared them off. You haven’t gone this long without fighting one in a few years.”
She made some noncommittal sound as guilt consumed her. She should tell him about Étienne. She actually opened her mouth to do so three or four times as the engine stuttered and struggled to get them home. But what could she say? I’m being stalked by that gorgeous vampire you saw me with two weeks ago. No, he doesn’t fight me. He claims he’s protecting me. Yes, the vampire. Yes, by all appearances, he is protecting me. He keeps killing all of the vampires I hunt. No, I don’t know what his game is. And, yes, I’m attracted to him. That’s right—attracted. As in I would love to see him naked. It’s sick. I get it. He’s a bloodsucking vampire. But I can’t help it. My freaking heart pounds every time he comes near me and it isn’t from fear that he’ll kill me.
She gazed into the blackness beyond the passenger window.
There was just something about him. Something mesmerizing.
Her reflection’s brow furrowed.
Was she losing it? Was the strain of six years of battling vampire after insane vampire beginning to get to her? Or . . .
A chill skittered through her.
Was the vampires’ madness rubbing off on her? Was it contagious?
She had been bitten that one time seven years ago. She had assumed, because she hadn’t turned into a vampire overnight, that there had been no long-term damage. What if she were wrong? What if the madness that crippled vampires had slowly but surely been finding and securing a home in her?
Fear cut through her veins like diamonds.
Could it be true? Could that be it?
Even if one bite couldn’t do it, she had been exposed to their blood countless times over the years in battle. How many times did it take?
“You okay?” her brother asked.
“Just tired,” she lied.
“Are you sure?” He took his eyes off the road momentarily to study her. “Are you worried about the vampire who helped you?”
She sent him a sharp glance. “What do you mean?”
He shrugged. “It’s just weird that he helped you. You’ve never encountered a vampire who didn’t try to kill or turn you. I’ve been worried that he might . . . I don’t know . . . come back and finish what he didn’t have a chance to start.”
“If he had wanted to kill me, he had ample opportunity to do so.”
A scowl creased his brow. “How can you be so sure? Maybe he’s screwing with you? He didn’t get into your head, did he?”
Relief and anger overwhelmed her as she realized her brother might have just hit the proverbial nail on the head.
A slew of silent epithets drowned out whatever Sean said next.
That’s it! It has to be! Étienne has literally gotten into my head. I mean, if he can freaking teleport, a little mind control really isn’t that hard to believe.
Other vampires could do it. The reason no one knew vampires existed was because victims of vampire attacks who lived could never recall having been bitten or give any description of their attacker. They even laughed outright at the notion that Krysta had saved them from a vampire who had been eagerly draining their blood.
Not one vampire victim with whom she had spoken had retained any memory of being attacked. If that wasn’t mind control, what was?
Anger simmered within her. “I am so going to kick his ass,” she growled.
Sean’s eyebrows rose. “The purple and white vamp?”
She had told him about Étienne’s aura. “Yes.”
“What makes you think you’ll see him again?”
“Oh, I’ll see him again. He left me alive for a reason. And I’m going to kick his ass until he tells me what it is.”
His frown returned. “Just don’t go looking for him, Krys. Seriously. I have a bad feeling about this.”
“I won’t,” she was able to say with complete honesty.
If he stayed true to his recent pattern, Étienne would come looking for her. And when he did . . .
She smiled grimly.
He was going to regret messing with her head.
Chapter 3
Étienne glanced at his twin as they arrived in David’s large living room. “Are you the smart-ass who changed my ringtone?”
“Someone changed your ringtone?” Richart asked. “To what?”
“Never mind.”
Darnell approached, a tiny kitten in each hand. “Okay, which one do you want?”
Étienne reached for the little gray and white one. “We’re really doing this?”
“Yes.”
A faint, high-pitched scream came from Étienne’s pocket, accompanied by a drumbeat. “There are squirrels in my pants!” a girl cried as Phineas and Ferb’s “Squirrels in My Pants” song began blaring from his phone.