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  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 one she’d heard about from Lethal. Not only was she in a room with one 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 are 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, silently pleading with her gaze that Lethal not 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 humans. It seems we’re 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 oversize 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 a glass of orange juice if women pass out after you take blood from them? That’s sweet.” She knew 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 waist. 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 rasped. “She’s taking all this better than I 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’s just a waiting game now to see if they’ll come after us at night or during the day.”

  She cut the steak into bite-size pieces. “They’ll hit after dawn if they come.” She peered up at Lethal. “You’re going to kill them? They aren’t bad people. They had loved ones taken from them. They don’t know there’s good and evil in bloodsucker land.”

  He frowned.

  “Two of them lost their mothers. My boss lost his brother. They were murdered by vamps.”

  “Did she just say ‘bloodsucker land’?” Blaron looked appalled.

  “You get used to her slang.” Lethal sighed. “We won’t kill them if we don’t have to. Blaron and I will try to get into their minds and wipe them. Chase might be successful if we fail. He’s pretty powerful. His father was almost a thousand years old when he sired him.”

  She almost choked on the steak she was chewing. She swallowed. “There are vamps that old?”

  “Aye,” Blaron answered. “To be sure. Of course that one ain’t gonna be around much longer.” He grinned at Lethal.

  She glanced between them. “What is going to happen to him? Do you eventually die of old age?”

  “No.” Lethal took a seat on the corner of the desk. “He abused Chase as a boy by taking his blood as if he were a convenient snack whenever the mood struck. The bastard thinks he can use his son as an assassin when he wills it. He’s in for a surprise the next time he comes after him.”

  Blaron’s sword scraped as he pulled it from the scabbard and waved it in the air with a slashing motion. “We look after our friends.” He pointed it at the floor.

  Lethal nodded in agreement. “We three stand together.”

  “So Chase is another vampire?”

  Someone knocked on the door and a pretty woman entered. “Is there anything else you need?”

  “No thank you, Mora. You can leave for t