"Sizemore, Susan - Laws of the Blood 3 - Companions" - читать интересную книгу автора (Sizemore Susan)

Hell was behind her. What waited before her radiated fury and contempt and a strange promise of shelter. She couldn't have turned back to face the others if she'd tried. So she kept going in the hope that she could somehow get around the lone wolf on the staircase.

"Let me go." She said the words quite calmly, under the circumstances.

"Or you will do what? Arrest me?" He took her in his arms. "You shouldn't have run."

"I didn't have any other choice. Let go of me." She spoke through gritted teeth.

"It's him! He's here!" Lawrence shouted out the warning.

Selena heard them behind her. She also heard the edge of terror in the monsters' voices as a name was repeated, passing like a wave through the crowd. The one holding her scared them nearly to death. If they scared her, and he scared them, just how bad was he? What was the monsters' monster going to do to her?

I might do a great many things.

His voice was a silken caress in her mind. And how come he could read her thoughts when the other ones couldn't?

Stop that!

You started it, his thought answered hers.

He turned her so that her back was pressed against his chest. He put one arm tightly around her waist. The stair tread was narrow, so they were of necessity very close. Necessary or not, the press of her hot flesh against his sent a shiver of desire through him. The warmth of his flesh sent a shiver through her.

The leader of the vampires made her way to the front of the crowd. She put her hands on her hips and looked up, past Selena to the vampire holding her. "You're late, old friend."

His breath brushed Selena's ear when he spoke. "Caught in traffic."

"Caught the mouse we were chasing, as well." She held out a hand. "Now, if you'll just hand her back."

"She's keeping me warm."

Maria's smile didn't waver, though annoyance radiated from her. "But I'm giving her to Lawrence, my dear."

Lawrence didn't look happy, but he nodded rather than contradict his leader.

"You always were a matchmaker, Maria." He had one arm around Selena's waist; his hand hovered just beneath her breast. The touch, even the hint of a touch, was disturbingly intimate. "She's not Lawrence's type."

"I'm Type O-negative, to be precise," Selena whispered angrily.

"Universal donor," he whispered back, amused by her grim humor. "Slut." She banged her head back hard against his shoulder.

"She's no innocent we abducted for the hunt," Maria explained. "We didn't bring her here. The situation is of her own making. We caught her spying on us. She won't respond to persuasion."

"She's a cop," Lawrence added with a bitter sneer.

"That is a problem."

"So we can either take her or kill her," Maria went on. "What other choice do we have, my dear?"

"This has nothing to do with why you're here," Lawrence insisted. He looked around at the rest of the nest. "None of us is involved in that."