Page 27 of Blood Owed (Blood Mafia 1)
Demi’s nothing like Torana, though. She’s a firecracker, and I do hate to see her fire doused.
I frown when I notice her shiver. Her clothes are soaking and she’s freezing. Grayson’s going to pay for that.
Why do you even care?
I ignore the nagging voice in my head and focus on Colt’s words.
“You will wear this when we give you up to the wolves. Before they realize what it is, it’ll explode and our troubles will be gone along with the alpha.”
Demi frowns. “You’re just going to make the pack elders angry.”
How does she know about the elders?
Grayson had mentioned an angry wolf arguing with her before he took her from her home. Demi must be in bed with them somehow.
All the more reason to give her up. She’s already causing problems.
Colt’s voice is strained as he explains the logistics, and I can tell he doesn’t like the idea of sending her to her death. He won’t fight me on it, because he’s a good captain, but he doesn’t like the plan anymore.
Demi’s gaze rises, and I suck in a breath. It’s impossible, but it’s as though she knows exactly where I stand when she sends those visual daggers through the glass.
Something tells me this woman is no stranger to trouble. Grayson brought her home with a smile on his face, and he hates going to pick up the garbage. She’s feisty and he’s intrigued.
Both of my top men are distracted by her. I can’t blame them because I find myself annoyingly fascinated with the human who killed a werewolf and attacked a vampire. She’s also fought both of my men, making her all the more interesting.
Demi doesn’t have a clear sense of self-preservation. That or she thinks she actually has a chance of escaping me.
She doesn’t.
I can chase her to the ends of the Earth by her scent alone now that she’s been near me. For the most part, vampires and wolves share the same heightened senses and abilities. While I don’t want to howl at the moon—thank fuck—her scent is branded in my memory and I can track her if need be.
“This is a horrible idea,” she says, glancing at Grayson. “The elders won’t like you killing the alpha.”
Grayson mumbles something while Colt stares at her. He doesn’t tell her the elders don’t care for the current alpha and are the ones who want him dead. Nor does he mention that we’ve been paid nearly three million dollars to take him out.
Demi slams a knife into the top of the table, eyes burning with rage and hate. She stares my men down with the ferocity of an elder vampire.
Their backs are to me, but I notice their careful control over their movements. They’re trying not to react, for fear of my reaction. Colt wants her as much as Grayson does. They’ve fed recently, and I know they’ve had sexual partners within the last month, so they’re not starved. After her little display of defiance, I think I’m beginning to understand why they like her.
Demi is terrifying, for a human. By this point they’re usually either dead or a weeping mess. Demi’s wild with indignation.
It’s fascinating.
She holds on to the handle of the blade, then swings her gaze back to me. “I’ll kill you all.”
My lips twitch into a smile, something I don’t do often, and I know without a doubt she’s going to wreak havoc on all of us. My dick twitches in my pants. I’m turned on by her threats. I haven’t been turned on by a woman in years.
I curse and hit the intercom button. “Take her to her room.”
Colt glances over his shoulder, surprised by the interruption and abrupt change of plans. He nods in understanding like the good soldier he is. I lock the door to the observation room, watching her sneer at the mirror. I undo my pants and fist my aching cock in my hand.
Demi is trouble.
No good fucking trouble.
Chapter Eight
Demi
