Page 76 of Craving Her Vampire

“That’s an excellent question.” I take a step to counter his. “Why would a woman break a man's finger?” I ask Ryker.

“I would guess the man did something he had no business doing,” Ryker says. I don’t look away from my prey when the rest of them walk through the door.

“It was a misunderstanding,” Shawn says, his voice shaky.

“A misunderstanding,” I mumble, and Saphira snarls. “Do you see the woman by the door?”

He looks around my body, and I follow his gaze. “Yes,” he says. Saphira is running her fingers over a knife.

“Daisy was kind enough to let me borrow it,” she grins.

“She is just itching to cut off a dick.” I shake my head and turn back. He gulps. “Daisy promised her she could, and I hate to disappoint my mate.”

“Mate?” he whispers.

“Did I forget to mention that? Daisy is my mate.” His eyes widen as I move closer. “I don’t like hearing of someone violating her in any way.”

“It wasn’t like that,” he sputters.

“What was it like? Did she give you any indication she wanted your touch?” He stumbles back as I lean forward.

“I was just playing around. It was a misunderstanding,” he says.

“A tale as old as time,” I quip. I drop my hands, flexing my fingers. “Do you know what I am?”

“Vampire,” he whispers.

“Right,” I smile, showing my teeth. I see the plan to flee in his eyes. “Don’t run. I always catch my prey.” He takes a step, and before he takes another, my hand is around his throat, and he’s flying through the air. I slam his body to the ground and press my knee to his chest. “They never listen when I say that.”

“Please,” he begs.

I chuckle. “I never listen when they say that.”

“What do you want?” he whispers.

“Your heart. First, information.” I place my palm beside his head.

“She left with Turner,” William says, and I tilt my head. Ryker and Bash have him between them.

“She went willingly,” Shawn says, and I lock eyes with him.

“Did you touch my mate tonight?” I push my influence.

“No,” he answers.

“Did you touch her in the past?” Shawn’s mind is easy to control. My demon easily slides inside.

“Yes.”

“Did she want you to?”

“No.”

Saphira stands over me. “I’m ready whenever you are,” she says.

“She’s eager,” I mention lightly. “Before I let her have her fun, I’m going to dig into your brain. I want answers, and I don’t want to go through the torture process to get them. You’ll cryand beg and make lots of noise. My friend Ryker hates whiners, and I tend to agree. None of it will matter because this is your last day breathing.” A tear slides to the floor. “Why are all the bad guys surprised when they face their fate? You made a choice to live the way you do. I didn’t make the choice. Deal with the consequences.”

I push hard and dive into his memories. He likes to do sick things to women. Turner groomed him easily as Shawn was eager to learn his ways. I see many women's faces. Their deaths were gruesome and sad. They did nothing wrong. He took pleasure in the acts of their demise, and it makes me sick. I locate the memory from tonight and then the information Turner has told him.

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