For a long moment, Kylie was lost in the kiss. And then it broke, and she licked her lips, and tasted the familiar metallic flavor. He'd had blood all over the inside of his mouth.
“Luchaver,” she gasped, “whose blood is that?” And where was Logan? He should have seen her step out of his line of sight, and come looking. That was what they'd agreed to. If he ever couldn't see her for more than thirty seconds, he was supposed to come.
“It is mine, now.” The vampire said imperiously.
“Who did you kill?” She demanded. She lifted a fist and brought it crashing down on his chest. “Who did you kill?”
“All of them.” Luchaver purred.
A sense of cold dread slithered up Kylie's spine and coiled around her mind. She felt her pulse quicken, and her breathing ran along with it, coming in short gasp
