Page 7 of Blood Taken (Blood Mafia 2)
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Colt
My gasp is loud and angry when I wake. I feel around my blood slicked chest, seeing that the knife is no longer in my skin. The blade is stuck into the pillow, holding a piece of paper hostage.
I take a moment to recover from the pain that came with waking. I hate being stabbed in the heart. This is the fifth time now, but I hadn't expected Demi to hurt me.
At least, not while we were having sex.
The Hunter is nowhere in sight and her scent is old. The trail left behind is stale and telling.
She's gone.
When I snatch the piece of paper from the pillow, the sharpened edge of the knife tears through part of the note.
I narrow my eyes on the three words carelessly sprawled across it.
I warned you.
Yes, she did warn me multiple times. I was arrogant to think she'd forgotten her violent promises and hopeful that Demi and I could share something real.
Clearly I was wrong.
I won't make that mistake again.
The paper crinkles in my hand when I make a fist. I release a sound that has me wondering if I'm part wolf. It's guttural, angry, and filled with loathing.
Demi is a Hunter. She's not my lover, and she's definitely not a friend. I curse myself for letting my guard down. This is what happens when I let people in. You'd think the scar on my neck and above my eye would serve as a reminder not to do that, but no, once again I let a pretty face fool me.
I flash from her apartment, rushing up the stairwell and into my own. I grab one of the many cell phones from a drawer and dial Mateo, knowing full well I'm going to pay for my mistake.
Haven't I already paid enough, though? After all, she stabbed me. Somehow, I doubt that will matter to Mateo.
"Hello?"
I grit my teeth upon hearing his voice. "We have a problem."
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Mateo
Colt continues to ramble in my ear, explaining over and over how Demetria, our little Hunter, rocked his world. I'm surrounded by vampires, but all I can see is red.
"You fucked her?"
This gives him pause, and for a blessed moment, he's silent.
Then he scoffs.
"Did you hear anything else I said?"
"Hm, yes. She stabbed you. Can't say you didn't deserve it. Where is she now?"
Colt curses into the phone, then takes a breath to calm himself. "I don't know, Mateo. Do you even care that she stabbed me?"
I consider the question. Do I care?
No.
