Page 50 of Dance for the Dragon
“Let’s just go. I come in here and use the computers like this all the time. No one will think anything about it.”
“Except you never logged in. And what about cameras?”
“I took care of it. Come on.” Waving to the young librarian, she pulled Frank out the front door and back to her car.
“Now what do we do?” he asked once they were inside with the heater running.
“Now, we go home, and we wait.”
They drove in silence all the way back to the apartments, but as they pulled into a spot near the door, Frank asked, “Is your vampire coming over tonight?”
Devon shut off the car. “He’s not my vampire.”
“Except that love bite on your neck tells me an entirely different story.”
Devon flipped down her sunshade and opened the mirror. Sure enough, her scarf had slipped, revealing two healing puncture wounds. “Dammit.” She yanked it back up.
“I knew you weren’t telling me everything.”
She didn’t even have to look at him. She could hear the pout in his voice. “Frank, it’s just…” She heaved a sigh. “It’s complicated.” Opening her door, she got out.
“‘It’s complicated’ is a Facebook status meaning you were stupid enough to fall for your booty call, not a real life relationship status,” he said from behind her as they hurried inside out of the cold.
“There is no relationship.” Not exactly.
“I find it hard to believe that a guy who goes to such great lengths to protect you is just after a one night stand. Or two.”
“It’s not that. It’s just…”
“It’s complicated.” Sarcasm dripped from his voice. Rolling his eyes, Frank took her keys from her and opened the door.
“Yeah,” she muttered. Then followed him inside.
“What do you think he’s going to do when he finds out you just put his entire coven on Parasupe’s radar?”
Devon hung up her coat. “What are you talking about?” Her head began to pound. “I’m gonna go lie down.”
She left Frank standing at her kitchen counter with a look of puzzlement as she went into her room and shut the door.
Chapter 17
“Son of a bitch. Shit. Shit!”
Kohl walked into Hawke’s room after his shift at the bar, just in time to see the vampire shove his chair away from the computer monitor on his small desk, sending it crashing into the wall. The rest of the room was sparse, with only a bed and a single chair Hawke liked to read in.
“What’s wrong?”
Hawke stood. “Your little girlfriend, that’s what’s fucking wrong.”
“What are you talking about?” He quelled the urge to whip out the new cell phone he’d gotten from the stash in his room and call her. Belatedly, he remembered he was supposed to text her after he got back and let her know he was okay. Shit.
“I’m talking about this.” Hawke pointed at the computer monitor.
The screen showed four different pictures, feeds from the security cameras that were rigged in the trees around the club. All four showed teams of Parasupe “prosecutors,” fully decked out in combat gear and weapons, sneaking around the perimeter of the club.
It was a raid.
“Fuck.” Kohl couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
