CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
WITH AN INTAKE OF BREATH, the footsteps stopped, but that was the only sign that his pursuer heard him.
When no response was forthcoming, Angelos turned to face her. "When I ask a question, I expect an answer." He focused on the woman, and realized he knew her though he'd only seen her the once. He'd been preoccupied and hadn't gotten a good look. But it was her, the hair, the curves, the black leather.
"Is it enough to say you intrigue me?" she said, taking a step closer, her eyes glancing at Kian, who shifted to keep the woman in the best attack position.
He didn't answer her question. "How did you find me?"
Her shoulders lifted in a shrug. "I was out. Looking for vampires." She sighed, her lips pulling into a fake pout inviting him to ask her more.
He ignored
