Page 109 of Craving Carla

Looking to Carla, I smile, flashing my fangs like a predator showing off his kill. Surprisingly, she doesn’t flinch or try to stop me. Does she enjoy this? Does she want me to kill in her honor? I’d gladly do it without question.

I punch him so hard he flies backward through the restaurant window, glass shattering in a crystalline explosion as his body lands on the street.

Damon turns to Carla. “Tell Amari to stop.”

“Why?” she asks, a hint of satisfaction in her voice.

I laugh at that, leaping through the broken window and landing perfectly on my feet. I grab the man by his shirt, lifting his glass-covered, blood-streaked face to mine.

“I haven’t had a warm meal in a couple of days,” I say, fangs extending to their full length as I prepare to feed.

Carla pushes through the restaurant door, followed by the man’s wife and teenage daughter. She looks at Damon, then back to me.

“Put him down,” she says, her voice firm but not angry.

With that command, I release him, letting him crumple to the ground. I look down at him, wincing in pain at my feet.

“This isn’t over,” I warn. “You call my woman a bitch, you will see me again.”

“I’ll deal with this,” Damon says, stepping forward.

A black mystical cloud suddenly materializes beside us, Kade appearing as the smoke dissipates. She bends down and picks up the heavy man effortlessly.

“These damn radicals keep showing up here,” she hisses, her blue eyes flashing with annoyance.

“Why do we have to put up with them on our land!” I roar, my patience shattered.

Kade grins. “Our land? I thought this was a gilded cage to you.”

I snap my mouth shut, her words hitting their mark. Before I can respond, I feel Carla’s hand wrap around mine.

“Let’s go,” she says quietly.

Allison steps out of the restaurant, irritation etched across her face as she approaches.

“You’re an asshole,” she spits at me.

I just grin.

She turns to Carla. “Good luck with that one. He can’t even get his dick up. Worthless.” She stalks off toward the tourist hotel.

Carla pulls away, heading toward the ferry docks. I watch her retreating form, her shoulders tense and hunched.

“Go after her,” Damon says. “Don’t let her walk alone. Selene and I will deal with this.”

I take off, using my vampire speed to catch up with Carla in seconds. She throws her hands up when she sees me.

“I can’t catch a break when it comes to going out on a date,” she says, her y voice thick with unshed tears.

“I didn’t think I’d run into her again,” I say lamely.

Carla stops walking, her mouth falling open. “I don’t know why I fell for it.”

I narrow my eyes. “Fell for what?”

“This,” she says, gesturing between us, then at her dress. Tears well in her eyes. “I’m so desperate to feel something I’ll fall for anything.”

“What are you talking about?”

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