Despite that blow, Alex was compelled to ask the question she had wanted to know for ages. Yet she felt she already knew the answer and wasn’t sure what she would do with the information, whatever it was. “Are you attracted to me?”
Dante gave her a hint of a smile. Not making fun of her enquiry, but more sensing the question had indeed been on her mind and he had been wondering when she would ask.
“You are extraordinary, Alexandra.”
“That wasn’t what I asked.”
“I know,” he said softly.
A hard knock came from downstairs.
“Leave it,” Alex said, clasping his face gently.
Dante kissed her lightly on the lips before he got up to answer it. Alex followed with the cold press still in place.
“Mister Delavega,” a man’s voice said as the door opened. “It’s ready.”
“Thank you,” Dante said, taking it and giving him a handful of fifty-dollar notes before closing the door.
“What’s that?” Alex asked from the bedroom doorway.
Dante tore the envelope. ”The report on the blood I found on Matt’s bed sheet in the hospital. No…” Dante’s expression turned to stone. Dante looked intently at the pages turning them over, examining both sides, re-reading them as if to make certain.
“What is it?” Alex asked.
“The blood. It wasn’t human, but I now know who took him.”
“Julian?” Alex asked.
Dante shook his head. “It isn’t vampire blood either. But this doesn’t make sense. There have never been any in Sydney. Vincent has ways to keep them out.”
“I don’t understand. What the hell is it then?”
“Lycanthropic.”
“Lycan—what?”
Dante looked again at the report and crumpled it in his clenched fist. “Werewolf.”
