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  The driver hit the brakes and Chase’s eyes widened.

  “We had company,” Lethal called out.

  The back door slid open and a tall blond wearing a kilt climbed out. “I’m glad to see you.”

  “It’s good to see you too, but couldn’t you have worn pants to my rescue? Were you gonna flash your hairy thighs to distract them while Chase got me out?”

  Blaron laughed. “I would have if it worked to save your arse.” He peered at Lacey. “This is her? That wee lass captured you?”

  “Shut up. Let’s go. Her team found us, and I’m sure they’ve realized by now that we’re gone. They’ll be leaving there soon, and I don’t want to make it easy for them to locate us again.”

  He crawled into the van on his knees, ducking his head, and glanced at a few of the werewolves sitting on the floor in the back. “Any of you touch her and you’re dog biscuits.”

  Blaron climbed in and closed the door. “Let’s go, Chase.”

  “Where to?”

  Lethal hesitated. “The club. We have to take care of these hunters and they’ll be coming for us anyway. We don’t want to disappoint them.”

  Chase eased off the brake and the vehicle rolled forward. “Isn’t she going to be upset if we kill them?”

  Lethal settled more comfortably with Lacey on his lap. “They weren’t coming after us just to say hello. I heard them talking while they were surrounding the building. They’re pretty angry that she attempted to fool them into believing she’d dusted me. The one called Jeff had a surveillance camera hidden where I was kept.”

  He inwardly winced, determined to find all video the bastard might have of his Lacey, naked, astride him. Nobody but he would see her beautiful breasts bounce while she rode him. “The humans need their memories wiped—or they need to die.”

  Chapter Seven

  “Wake up, my bonny lass,” a sexy, masculine voice crooned next to her ear. Hot breath tickled her skin before a gentle kiss brushed along her neck.

  Lacey opened her eyes to stare at a white ceiling. She flattened her palms against Lethal’s solid chest. She fisted a handful of his tank top as she focused on his blue eyes.

  “You dick.”

  He grinned. “Aw, that’s my sweet lass. Tell me how you really feel.”

  “You blood-drugged me.” There wasn’t a thing wrong with her memory. “Where are we?” She looked past his face again, studying the ceiling. It wasn’t her apartment. She was almost afraid to turn her head.

  “We’re at my club.”

  Her heart lurched. “Why?” Had he lied to her? Was he going to toss her to his other vampires to drain dry? It was the worst scenario she could come up with on short notice.

  “I told you, I’m fond of the place. I wanted you to see it.”

  She didn’t believe him. “Lethal?” Her grip on him tightened even more. He was bent half over her and she was lying on something soft that kept her slightly upright. “What are you planning?”

  Irritation narrowed his eyes. “I don’t know how many times I’ve got to say it. You’re safe.”

  “Not quite,” a deep male voice stated. “Her friends could show up at any time.”

  Lacey jerked her head to the side and gawked at the tall blond man wearing a red kilt. He wore a belt with a sheathed sword and a black tank top. A long braid trailed over one broad shoulder, down his chest, to almost the hilt of the weapon. His accent was a little thicker than Lethal’s, but she guessed they were from the same place. It meant he must be the friend she’d heard about.

  She was in a room with not just one master vampire—but two.

  “That’s Blaron,” Lethal rasped, still watching her intently. “How do you feel?”

  She had to force herself to look at him. “Angry.”

  “Besides that? Do you feel stronger?”

  “I feel betrayed. You lied to me.”

  He flinched. “I’m sorry. I told you why I had to do it.”

  “You tricked me into taking your blood, and I told you the club wasn’t safe.”

  “Your friends showed up at your apartment.”

  That news sank in. “How?”

  “You used your mother’s maiden name. Ring any bells? At least that’s what I overheard before I got us out of there.”

  “They aren’t my friends.” She had hoped Jeff wasn’t smart enough to figure out how to track her. “They’re my team members. I take it they didn’t buy the scene I left behind to fool them?”

  “There was a hidden camera in the warehouse.”

  The blood drained from her face as she realized what that meant. “Oh shit.”

  “I’ll find the footage if they kept it,” he swore.

  “What is on it?” Blaron inched closer.

  “None of your business, Mr. Sword,” she snapped, her gaze silently pleading with Lethal not to answer his friend. “What if they upload it to the Internet? Your teeth...” She glanced at his mouth, remembering how his fangs had shown while they were having sex. “We can’t let them do that. They might think it’s the proof they need to show the world you exist.”

  He had the nerve to grin. “I’m more worried about how much of you is shown. Humans will just think it’s some kind of vampire fetish video. They are very popular with your kind. It seems we’re considered romantic in some movies.”

  “It’s not funny.”

  “It kind of is.” He winked. “It was hot. I bet it would get a lot of hits.”

  “Damn,” Blaron chuckled. “Don’t tell me you and the lass were filmed with your pants down.”

  Lacey blushed. “You’ve got to find it and destroy it.”

  “I will.” Lethal eased back onto his knees. “Are you hungry? I ordered food for you.”

  She had to release his shirt to sit up, thankfully noticing that he’d dressed her in an oversized T-shirt and sweatpants. They didn’t match but she wouldn’t complain. She’d been naked when she’d passed out.

  Her gaze wandered around the room. It was a large office with a few desks and she was on a black chaise lounge.

  “You keep food in a vampire club? What? Cookies? Maybe orange juice if women pass out after you take their blood? That’s sweet.” She knew how thick her sarcasm sounded.

  Lethal laughed, rising to his feet. “No. Real food. Our security team enjoys a hearty steak now and then, so I had them prepare one for you with all the fixings.” He waved to one of the desks. “Eat. You need to keep up your strength.” He extended his hand to her. “We’re waiting to see if your vampire hunters come here.”

  She accepted his offered hand, feeling slightly weak. It was probably a side effect from the blood he’d given her, she surmised. He pulled her to her feet and a wave of dizziness hit. She swayed but Lethal was there, holding her close with one arm wrapped around her shoulders. Then he shifted his hold and just swept her into his arms.

  “You need food.” He sounded angry. “You’ve got to take better care of yourself.”

  “Easy,” Blaron said. “She’s taking all this better than I’d expected. She didn’t wake screaming from being here. No need to snarl at her.”

  “She’s too fragile.” Disgust was clear in Lethal’s voice.

  “She’s human, not an invalid.”

  Lethal gently set her in the chair and pushed the plate closer. She was stunned by the massive platter-size meal, and her stomach did rumble as she inhaled the appealing aroma of a perfectly cooked T-bone steak.

  He stepped back. “Eat it all, love.”

  Lacey opened her mouth to tell him how much she hated being given orders, but changed her mind. She was starving. She reached for the silverware, almost surprised that they’d given her a sharp knife. Lethal stayed at her side but focused on his friend.

  “Don’t you have something else to do, Blaron?”

  “Not really.” The vampire rested his hand on the hilt of his sword. “The club is closed while we play bait for the hunters. Chase took a few of the pack with him to hunt the rogue. It�