“What are we going to do with them, Joe?” Havana shirt guy said to turtleneck guy.
“Boss says haul ’em in.” His voice was low, calm, businesslike. He had no doubt about his ability to complete the task before him.
“Are you working for Roman?” I said, despair tightening my voice. I sounded close to tears. “Did he send you?”
“Roman?” the first vampire said. We blinked at each other. I ducked my gaze quickly, to avoid looking in his vampiric eyes. And because I was confused. He suddenly seemed bored, like this was a chore he could have done without. Which didn’t seem like Roman or one of his minions.
“So. You going to come quiet or make it hard on yourselves?” he said.
Ben’s face wrinkled, lips pulled back, showing his teeth in an epic snarl. All his fur stood on end, and he was braced to leap.
“Ben, no,” I murmured, clinging to his fur.
He jumped out of my grip and sprang at the vampire in the turtleneck, claws out and open jaw aiming for his throat.
The vampire was ready. He stepped aside, and Ben overshot his target and went sprawling on the street beyond. His claws scrabbled on the pavement as he worked to recover, change direction, and try again, but the vampire was too fast, too strong. In a stride he was on top of the wolf, digging a knee into his ribs, holding his front legs away with one hand and clamping down on his neck with the other, pinning him to the street. The wolf’s head was tilted up and away, leaving his jaws and teeth useless. No matter how he kicked and thrashed, he couldn’t break free of the vampire’s grip.
I attacked, because what else could I do?
Scrambling forward despite my injury, I made to tackle Ben’s captor. The other vampire was there to grab me from behind. I hadn’t even seen him move. He wrenched my arms back and dropped me to my knees. Despite the pain stabbing in my shoulder, I kept lunging forward, futilely trying to break free and reach Ben.
“We don’t want to hurt you, really,” the vampire holding me said. “Please just come with us.”
The please did it. I stopped struggling and nodded, because my voice still wasn’t working right. All Wolf wanted to do was growl.
“I let you go, you stay calm?” he said. “You’ll tell your mate to stand down?”
I nodded again.
“Can you even talk anymore?”
I swallowed, concentrated very hard on human words, and said, “I’m having a really bad night.”
He let me go. I slumped forward and rolled my shoulders, working the kinks out. “Ben, please. It’s okay. It’s going to be okay.”
The wolf settled. The other vampire cautiously lifted his hands and backed away. As soon as the pressure was gone, Ben lurched to his feet. He stared at the vampire a moment and seemed to debate about risking another attack. Then he lowered his head and trotted to me, pressing close, twining himself in my arms. I hugged him hard, and he licked my face.
The first vampire was talking on a cell phone. A moment later, a shiny black Cadillac pulled around the corner and stopped at the curb. I couldn’t see the driver through the tinted windows, but I assumed it was another vampire. And Rick said the Family here was laid back.
The first vampire, the one in the Havana shirt who still hadn’t given his name, opened the back door and gestured us inside. The other, Joe, opened the front passenger-side door and climbed in.
I didn’t want to go. Ben stood between me and the car like a wall—he didn’t want to go, either.
“You’re from the San Francisco Family,” I said, stalling, trying to get my bearings.
He looked at me and sighed—specifically to demonstrate his frustration, it seemed. “Yes. My name is Henry. Now will you please get in so we can get off the street?”
I looked at Ben, cupping my hands around his face, smoothing back his fur. “What do you think?”
He licked my chin. Leaving it up to me. Leaning against him, I pulled myself to my feet and hobbled to the car.
“You’re hurt,” Henry said.
“I said I’ve had a bad night.”
“Broken bone?”
I glared at him. “I’m fine.”
He shrugged. When Ben and I were inside, he closed the door after us. He got in the front with Joe, and the car drove smoothly away.
Chapter 12
THE DRIVER WAS human. Living, breathing, though tainted with the scent of vampire. A human servant, then. Average size, he had pale skin and wore a designer leather jacket. Both Henry and Joe sat in front, even though it had less room, leaving the back to us. I had to admit I felt safer this way. I had room to breathe—and a possible escape route. Ben found an awkward position, sitting braced across me, still protecting me, and half twisted forward so he could keep the vampires in view. His lip stayed curled, showing sharp teeth. I rested an arm across his back and breathed in the warmth of his fur.
Henry was tall, meaty—almost stout. He had the build of a retired athlete. Joe had Mediterranean features. His dark hair had curl to it, and I would have called his skin tanned if he hadn’t been a vampire.
“You two are a long way from home,” Henry said.
“Not so long,” I answered.
“What brings you to the city by the bay?”
“The sights.”
“Which is why you’re gallivanting around Chinatown at midnight.”
“Ghost tour. We got separated from the group.”
Joe craned around. “Do I know you from somewhere?”
Such a loaded question. I wasn’t sure if my identity would make things better for Ben and me, or worse. Complete toss-up. “That depends. You listen to much radio?”
The looked of recognition dawned. “You’re Kitty Norville.”
Henry looked at him. “What? Are you sure?”
“Yeah. It’s not the voice so much as the sarcasm.”
I rested my head on Ben’s back. We were so doomed.
“Why
