Trevan glanced at the stack of cash on the table. He wasn’t desperate for money, but he’d take it if it was being given. Besides, this was a good opportunity to find out what the hell was going on between the Rahound pack and the vampires.
His memory returned to the vampire he’d caught falling from the ledge. She’d been full of curves. Beautiful. With a scent unlike any other he’d ever smelled. She was also his. There wasn’t time now to think about her, or her delectable ass. He remembered the surprised look on her face when he’d caught her, along with the slow sweep of her tongue over her lips. The small bite of her bottom lip, showing of her tiny peeking fangs. Hell. What the f**k was wrong with him? Wanting a vampire. They were the worst of the worst. They’d killed his family.
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