Page 75 of Craving Her Vampire

“If we did, all of them would be disappointed,” Quinn drawls. A rare joke from Quinn.

“Fuck off, Quinn,” Heath says, laughing.

“Men are stupid,” Saphira whispers.

I open my eyes. “I have waited six hundred years to find Daisy,” I begin softly. “Maddy was my best friend. When she died, I wanted to tear the world apart because of the injustice. She was tough, kind, smart, and loving. Then she was gone from the world, and I drank my way through humans. I lost myself for too long. I was nearing the point again the night I met Daisy.” I place my drink on the coffee table and push up. “I will never allow Daisy to be taken from me, even though I am not worthy of her.” I walk past them and stop at the door. “Daisy’s blood has mapped out her route and where she stopped. We will start at Lace’s business.”

“She’s there?” Saphira asks.

“She was,” I say, turning the knob. “She just left. I have given her enough time. We are going to trail her and kill anyone left behind. If anyone stands in her way, we kill them.” I stand in the doorway, looking at their shocked faces. “Do I have to remindyou again that I have lived six hundred years as a vampire? Do not doubt my power or Daisy’s.” I clap my hands. “You’ve been bitching about not doing anything. Let’s go.” They finally move and I don’t wait for them.

I have been patient. I have been calm.

My mate needed that from me, but now it’s time to show some of my power.

Ryker and Bash are close behind as I stop outside the bookstore. I wait for them to stand beside me.

There are two coyotes inside. The scent of my mate lingers in the air and as I break the lock to open the door, it gets stronger. The two men whip around when we step inside.

“Who the fuck are you?” one of them asks with a sneer.

“Micah,” I answer smoothly. I cup my hands behind my back and move to their right. Ryker and Bash follow my lead, slowly walking to their left.

“Are we supposed to know who you are?” the other one says.

“I suppose not. What’s your name?” I ask the blonde.

“Shawn,” he answers, and his friend glares at him.

“Shawn, are you Turner’s pack?” I ask, casually looking around the room.

“How do you know Turner?” Shawn asks.

“He has something that belongs to me,” I whisper.

“Are you after the fucking coin, too?” the other one asks.

“Name?” I glance at him.

“William.”

“Well, William. I don’t want the coin.” I circle behind them, and Shawn turns, keeping me in sight. William watches Ryker and Bash as they move the opposite way.

“You want that bitch,” Shawn snarls.

“I would shut the fuck up,” Ryker warns.

“So you both lived in the same house with Daisy,” I say, winding around them again.

“Yeah, why do you care?” Shawn asks.

“Are you one of the ones who broke a finger?” I ask, stopping in front of Shawn.

“Fuck, yeah,” William says. “He wouldn’t stop whining about it. I didn’t think a woman could do so much damage.”

“Really?” I ask. “Why would she break it?”

“What is going on?” Shawn takes a step back, finally catching on to the predator in front of him.

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