Deadly Desire

this coming?

I communed with the dead, like you, she said. I was able to become one with them, to see and remember what they remembered. My own future was not something they- or I-could have ever predicted.

If they had, would she have avoided the vampire? Or would she have accepted her fate because it was meant to be? I very much suspected the latter answer was the correct one.

And then she was on me, in me, filling me with the cold of the afterworld, chilling me down to the bone, to my very soul. Then there was nothing but images and sensory details-details that flashed by almost too fast. A man's face, soft in the aftermath of lovemaking. The sensation of evil rising, combined with the fleeting scent of rose. The spurt of fear as a sphere of darkness formed at the end of the bed, and the face of a woman, her body merging into the blackness. Dust, thrown by pale hands, scattering across the bed, settling in a choking cloud. The woman stepped forward, revealing dark hair and green eyes that shone bright with power. Power that flashed from her fingertips-lightning bright and razor sharp. Power that tore, without thought, without care, through flesh and bone alike. The world became one of pain, nothing but pain, until the relief of death…

That is all, the witch said, her voice broken and fading away. Catch her. Stop her.

I didn't answer. Couldn't answer. My energy was as drained as the soul's, and as she faded away, so did I.

When I came to, I was lying on one of the leather sofas in the living room. Cole was close to my left side, a bloodied cloth in one hand and a take-out cup of coffee in the other.

'What the hell happened?' he said the minute he saw I was awake.

'Lack of caffeine in my system,' I muttered, sitting up somewhat gingerly and reaching for the coffee. I took a sip, felt strength and heat begin to flow through my body, and sighed contentedly before squinting at the cloth he was holding. 'Why are you holding a wet cloth?'

'Because you collapsed into a puddle of body bits, and I didn't think you'd appreciate it being left on you.'

My stomach turned at the thought, though at least it explained why my jeans were clinging to my legs. I resisted the urge to strip them off and gave Cole a wan smile. 'Thanks for that.'

He nodded. 'So what happened?'

'The soul sort of merged with me.'

'What?'

'Yeah, surprised the hell out of me, too.' I grimaced. 'I saw everything she saw. Felt everything she'd felt.' I shuddered at the memory. 'Hanna Mein did this.'

'Then we can take her out,' Cole said.

'Except that we have no hard evidence.' I might know that Hanna had killed this couple-and probably the other vampires-but knowing and actually proving it enough to justify a kill was another matter entirely. Hanna Mein might be a sorceresses, but she was also listed as human, and there was a whole different set of rules for humans. Even humans gone bad.

Now had it been Jessica who'd done this, it would have been kill first, ask questions later. She was a shifter, so all bets were off when it came to her crimes. It might not be right or fair, but it was still the humans who made the rules in this world, and there was nothing the rest of us could do about it until the status quo changed in government.

'Proving suspicions may not matter in this case. Not when one of the victims was a close friends of Jack's.'

'These women have been killing vamps in other states, possibly for a very long time. I don't think either will be easy kills. They will have taken precautions of one kind or another.'

He grunted then pushed to his feet. 'Are you feeling better?'

'Well enough that you can stop baby-sitting and get back to your job.'

'Good.' But he said it with a smile in his blue eyes.

I swung my feet onto the floor and sat up. Weakness washed through me and, for a moment, the room spun. Being infused by the dead had taken more out of me than I'd thought.

'Are you sure you're okay?' Cole asked, standing back but looking ready to catch me should it be needed.

'I'm fine. Really.' I glanced at my watch and saw that it was after five. 'I'm going to be late for my new job if I don't get a move on.'

And I couldn't not go there, even if Jessica now suspected me. We needed concrete evidence before we could move against the two women, and to get that, I needed to be near them. And at least if she was watching, and worrying, about me, she wasn't out there sending zombies after innocent kids. I doubted she'd try anything in the club. There were too many possible witnesses.

Cole grabbed my elbow as I rose, and thankfully held me steady as the room spun around again. 'God, that's unpleasant,' I muttered.

'Maybe you shouldn't drive-'

'I'll be fine,' I interrupted, pulling away from him. 'I just need more coffee and some food.'

'Figured you might need something to eat, so I bought some hamburgers. They're over near the door.'

I smiled and rose up on my toes, kissing his cheek lightly. 'If you're not careful, wolf, I might begin to think you actually like me.'

'Then you'd be thinking wrong,' he said, blue eyes twinkling. 'Get, woman, so I can go back to work.'

I left, grabbing the bag of burgers on the way out. Of course, traffic was hell and it took me forever to get back home. By the time I'd showered, changed, and caught a cab to the club, I was a good hour late.

They weren't happy, but I mollified the night manager somewhat by promising to make up the time working a couple of extra hours on the following, and busier, Friday night.

I changed into my almost nonexistent dance gear and shiny stiletto heels, and headed into the main room. I checked the board to see my stage times, and saw that I'd been allocated shifts in both the main room and the sports bar. Which would enable me to have a closer look at both the locked doors while keeping an eye out for our two murderers. Who, according to the minds I'd briefly scanned, hadn't been seen at all during the day.

Fate was obviously giving me a break for a change.

The crowd in the main room was smaller tonight, but no less noisy, and the bartenders seemed to be running to keep up with the drinks orders. I couldn't immediately spot Kye, nor did I get that surge of awareness that suggested he was near-although that didn't mean he wasn't here. He could have been in one of the other rooms. I talked to various patrons as I made my way around the room, dancing for some and having drinks bought for me from others-a practice management encouraged because that's where the real money was-all the while working my way toward the locked and guarded door.

There was an old guy sitting at the table nearest the door, and for a moment I thought it might have been Kye. He was the right height and had the same broad shoulders, but this guy's hair was a matted brown, and he reeked of booze, stale sweat, and humanity. I doubted even a werewolf as stoic as Kye would stand that odor for very long. Besides, the sharp awareness that always warned of his presence, even if it didn't pinpoint a location, was absent.

At any other time, I might have avoided the old guy like a plague, but he happened to be sitting in the perfect position to study the door more closely without raising suspicions.

I walked around the table so that I was upwind of him, then pulled out a chair and sat down beside him.

'Don't want a dance,' he said, voice sharp and crackly. 'I ain't gonna pay you anything, girlie, so you can just be off and harass someone else.'

I was about to ask the old grump what the hell he was doing here if he didn't want any personal attention, but the guard was in earshot and I doubted they'd be happy with a dancer bad-mouthing the customer. Even a grumpy, stinky, old one.

So instead I took off a shoe and rubbed the ball of my foot. 'I'm actually just giving my feet a rest. But if you mind, I'll move on.'

He harrumphed. 'I ain't buying you a drink, either. Not at them bar prices.'

I continued to rub my foot, surreptitiously studying the door lock as I did so. It wasn't only fingerprint coded, it had an iris scanner as well. Which in itself wasn't a problem, except that all the guards wore nanowires. I might be able to get past them and force him to open the door, but it would mean a concerted effort on my part, and that