Page 16 of Craving Her Vampire

“Fine,” I sigh. I’m distracted again and lean closer to my mate. “You smell yummy.” I rest my chin on his shoulder.

“It’s time to go,” he says abruptly.

“You're going to leave us here?” Miles whines.

Ryker picks up duct tape from the table. He extends it, rips it with his vampire teeth, and places it over the first coyote’s mouth twice. He repeats the act to Colby and moves to Henry.

“He’s going to fucking kill you,” Henry says to me. His mouth is covered quickly.

“The room is soundproof, but only to the humans,” Ryker explains.

“We will be back tomorrow,” Micah says. “It’s late. I’m taking her to the apartment.”

“Micah,” I say, pulling on his shirt. “I have to go to the pack house.” Anxiety rushes through me.

“Why?” he asks.

“I need my things,” I say quietly. I haven’t been away from my possessions for longer than a day.

“Love, I’ll buy you whatever you need.”

“But I need my things,” I stress. “They are valuable.” I don’t want to explain with Ryker and Bash listening. “Are you worried Turner is there?” He’s probably searching the woods since the guys didn’t check in.

“Fuck no,” he denies. He stares at me. “We can go. If we are lucky, he’ll be there, and he can join his friends.”

“Thank you,” I breathe.

“Do you need backup?” Ryker asks.

“No.” Micah laces his fingers with mine. “But I’ll take it.”

“Are we walking through the shadows again?” I ask as he leads the way up the stairs. I wasn’t lying; it was thrilling to fly across the ground in his arms.

“Yes.” He smiles. “I need the address first.”

“How many more are in your pack?” Bash asks.

“There are ten more, including Turner,” I answer. The thud of the music vibrates under my feet as we get closer to the club. We wind through hallways in the dark. There must be multiple ways to access the basement because I don’t remember coming thisway. Normally, if three vampires lead you through small, dark places, you should fear for your life. Micah stops at the door, allowing Ryker to pass us. He enters numbers into a keypad and swings open the door. The music is grating on my ears, so I dim my enhanced hearing. I’m amazed they would choose to run a club; their hearing is much more sensitive than mine. I barely get a glimpse of a crowd of dancers before Micah pulls me down another hallway.

A human stumbles by from what I’m assuming is the bathroom. He looks up and jerks when he sees three huge men barreling his way.

The club would be heaven for my pack. Humans smooshed together, drunk, and packed together on the dance floor. Their only concern is who they will find for a fun night—easy pickings for thieves like me. I don’t mean to brag, but I would clean up here.

The man hurries past.

Sometimes, I just can't help it. When you are trained to steal from a young age and tortured if you don’t do it well, it becomes ingrained in your being. The human brushes by me, and I fluidly slide out his wallet. Depending on what he is wearing, there are key places where a man holds it.

It wasn’t hard. It was already halfway out of his back pocket.

Shit.

Micah’s eyes flicker my way. I smile brightly, and he stops. I lower my lashes.

“You are really good,” he says, tipping my chin up. “I wouldn’t have noticed if I wasn’t watching your movements. Do you need it?”

“No,” I whisper. “It’s a habit,” I say defensively. Ryker and Bash look at us curiously.

“I don’t care if you keep it,” he says. He confuses me. I assumed he would be ashamed of my behavior.

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