Authors: Cynthia Eden
Ben isn’t here
.
Erin exhaled. One less worry. Because she’d sure been dreading seeing her ex-lover.
She still wasn’t sure what to say to him. How to explain…
“Erin?”
Her head jerked. “Uh, thanks, Pat.” She pointed toward the stairwell. “This way, Jude.” Vince would be on duty. He was always on the day shift. He’d run the search for her, and they’d see what turned up.
The door slammed behind Jude, echoing hollowly. “Who is Ben?”
Her right foot came down too hard on the step.
“I saw your face when the cop mentioned him.” A pause. “He’s…something to you.”
She turned to face him, slowly. “You caught any other shifter scents while you’ve been in the station?”
His brow wrinkled.
“Didn’t think so.” Her arms crossed. “You won’t. The city’s too small. Full of humans. Humans like Detective Ben Greer. Humans who don’t realize what’s really happening in this world.”
“Ah…like that, is it?” But there was still something in his eyes and in the lines bracketing his mouth. Anger.
“The bastard after me—he shot Ben.” Her left foot was tapping. With an effort, she managed to still its fast beat. “Cops on the scene thought it was a robbery gone wrong, but I
knew
it wasn’t. The bastard left me one of his notes.”
Always the damn notes.
“This Ben—you were seeing him, weren’t you?”
Seeing him. Hoping to live a normal life with him. Even thinking about the brick house and the stupid picket fence with him. “I was, until I realized that being with me wasn’t safe for him.” Not safe for many guys. But it had been easier with Ben. He’d been a good lover. She’d held tight to her control with him. So tight. He’d always been patient, and if he sensed she’d held back, he hadn’t said anything.
Jude caged her with his body. The stairs put them at eye level. “I’m not real worried about being
safe.”
His gaze searched hers.
Her stomach knotted. “Maybe you should be. You know this guy could set his sights on you, too.”
The tiger’s smile. “That’s what I’m counting on, sweetheart. That’s what I’m counting on.”
And why he had kissed her so hard and deep back at her house.
Thought I heard something.
“You’re playing a dangerous game.”
He shrugged. “I know the rules and the risks—and I’ve always liked to play.”
Yeah, she just bet he did.
His hand lifted and cupped her cheek. “Something I need to know, though.”
His touch jolted her. Callused fingers should never have been so gentle. And his claws, just waiting below the surface.
I can do soft and easy.
“Wh-what’s that?”
“You carrying a torch for the cop?”
The grated question had her mind going blank.
His eyes narrowed. “I won’t be a stand-in, not for any damn one.”
As if he could ever be. No, Jude was too strong, too
dominant
, for something like that. “I wanted to be with Ben.” Wanted to fit in. To be loved. “But—”
“But what?” His thumb brushed over her mouth. Her eyes closed at that touch and heat streaked through her.
“But I knew, even before the attack, that we weren’t going to make it.” She’d broken it off with him just days before the attack, but the bastard out there had still gone after him. Her eyes opened and she found Jude watching her with a predatory stare. “Ben had no clue about me.” She swallowed. “Our relationship wasn’t fair to him or to me. So I ended it.” He’d wanted her to be someone that she wasn’t. Someone that she could never be.
Someone normal.
“You got regrets about him?”
“Some.” She’d be honest about that. “But what we had is over.”
He flashed his fangs. “Good.”
His mouth crashed onto hers.
Her hands flattened against his chest. Not normal—she wasn’t, he wasn’t.
But she was still pretending, dammit.
Jude would have to learn the truth about her sooner or later.
Maybe later…much later.
His breath panted when he raised his head. “Now let’s go see what we can find out about the bastard.”
Jude realized right away that the cops liked her. Respected her. It was in their eyes. On their faces. They opened their offices to her. Broke rules that they shouldn’t have and they did it for her.
Jude and Erin poured over files. Searched databases. They looked for clues in the crimes that might have been overlooked. Links that weren’t noticed.
They found jackshit.
At six o’clock that night, Jude leaned back in his chair, rubbing his eyes and stretching his back. As far as they could tell, the attacks by Erin’s stalker had ended as soon as she left town.
The precinct had been a dead end for them.
Time to try
his
way.
“Here you go.” A slim female cop with a long braid of red hair tossed a file onto the already overflowing desk. “Last info on the Trent case. Shame about the wife…”
“What?” Erin’s brows snapped together. “What are you talking about, Wendy? What happened to the wife?”
“Ah…” Wendy shifted from her right foot to the left. “Thought you’d heard. Sylvia was the vic in a hit and run. The kids were with the grandmother at the time. Sylvia had just gone out for some groceries. She was walking across the street, headed back to her car when she got hit. Such a shame.”
Erin grabbed the file and began flipping through the notes. “Yeah, it sure as hell is.”
Jude waited until the cop shut the door, then asked, “Did you know her well?” She’d paled at the news of the woman’s death. Her breath had caught.
She glanced up at him. “Donald Trent spent five years beating his wife whenever he wanted.
I
wanted to put the bastard away, but Sylvia recanted on the stand.” A hard exhalation of air. “She had twins, two little boys, real cute kids.” She licked her lips. “But the boys would jump anytime a door slammed or a voice was raised.”
His hands clenched. Through Night Watch, he’d seen kids, human and
Other,
with shadows in their eyes—and it always pissed him off to know where those shadows came from. Whenever he could, he tried to make that fear go away.
Permanently.
“She didn’t want him back.” Erin was definite on that. “She had a new life going. She’d moved in with her mother. Filed for divorce. But he got to her. I know he did. Threatened her or the kids, and she changed her story so that he could walk.” Her gaze fell to the folder. “Now she’s dead.”
And the kids would grow up without a mother and with a piss-poor excuse for a father.
“She’s dead and”—her brow furrowed—“and the kids are living with her mother because”—she glanced back up at him—“because Donald Trent has been missing for the last two months.”
Well, well. The trip to the PD might be paying off, after all. They’d already figured the stalking began with the Trent case.
Maybe because the stalking had come from the asshole Trent? “You ever get a sense this guy was more than human?”
“I got a sense the jerk was
less
than human.”
He reached for the file. Scanned the details available about Donald Trent. Age: forty-five. Height: Six-foot-three. Weight: one ninety. An ex-football player who’d busted his knee the first year in college. He’d bounced around after that, gotten into bar fights, racked up a few restraining orders from former girlfriends.
The guy liked to play rough. And he liked to hurt his ladies.
“You ever see any sign of this guy in Baton Rouge?”
A shake of her head. “You think Trent could be the one after me?”
Maybe. One way to find out. “Let’s go see the grandmother.”
“What? Why?”
“Because old Trent might have been able to hide his shifter scent, but he left his kids behind. They won’t be so skilled at cloaking without dad around.”
“I’ve been around the boys, I never noticed—”
“You said he might have been taking herbs to hide his scent.” He’d heard of that before. Even used some herbs himself once on a case. “Could be he was feeding the kids the same herbs he was taking.” He wouldn’t overlook any possibility. “But with him gone…”
Their systems would be clean.
Erin grabbed her bag. “Let’s go.”
With him gone, no one would have been around to pump the kids up, and if they were hybrids, he’d know it on sight.
Or rather, on scent.
“They don’t talk about their father. They never ask about him.” Katherine LaShaun brushed away a stray lock of gray hair that had escaped from the bun at her neck. “It’s Sylvia they talk about. They keep asking when she’s coming home.”
Erin glanced into the kitchen where the two boys were sitting at the table, pushing bright race cars back and forth. Jude stood over them, talking and smiling.
One of the boys—she’d never been able to tell Jake and Joseph apart—gave a loud laugh and revved his car.
“I’m glad the bastard is gone, and I hope he never comes back. These boys,
they’re mine
. I know what he did to my Sylvia. He’s not gonna get the chance to hurt my boys, too.”
No, he wouldn’t. “You’re going to call that lawyer, right?” Erin had written down the name and number of the best child custody lawyer she knew. She’d given the slip of paper to Katherine. Just in case,
just in case,
Trent showed up again, she wanted to make sure Katherine and the boys were protected. Permanently.
Katherine gave a grim nod. “I just—I don’t have much money.”
“Don’t worry about it. Larry does a lot of pro bono work.” Larry Myers. He didn’t handle many cases anymore, but she’d call him and tell him this one was important. His semi-retirement was built for cases like this.
“You sure I can trust him?”
“Yes.” Larry had been the lawyer her father used all those years ago, when she’d first appeared on his doorstep.
Is she coming back?
The question had been hers, as she watched her mother’s taillights disappear into the darkness.
Her father—a stranger—had pulled her close. “I hope to God not.”
Erin glanced back at the boys. She’d looked for her mother for so many days after that. Years. But her mother never came back.
Erin blinked, clearing vision gone foggy. Kids always got to her. They were so vulnerable. Too easily hurt.
“You okay?” Jude stood in front of her, eyes seeing too much.
Great. Just what she wanted. Him to see her as some kind of emotional wreck. “Fine. We should go. The boys need to eat their supper.”
“Right.” He offered his hand to Katherine. “Pleasure, ma’am.”
She gave him a weak smile, and her gaze drifted back to her grandchildren.
Moments later, they were out of the house. Back in the heat and the darkness.
Erin waited until they were in Jude’s truck, then asked, “Well?”
He shook his head. “Didn’t catch a trace of shifter on ’em. You?”
“No.” So much for that theory. But if Donald Trent wasn’t the shifter after her—
“Trent pissed you off. Beat his wife. Was a general asshole who made the world a hell of a lot worse by living in it.” He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and glanced her way. “You went toe-to-toe with this guy in a courtroom.”
Yes, she had. He’d threatened her. Screamed at her. Even had to be restrained by his lawyer once.
“Can’t help but think…the last guy who went after you in court wound up left for dead.”
She knew where this was going, dammit.
“Sure does make me wonder—if Trent isn’t the perp, maybe he’s the victim.”
And in that case, Donald Trent wouldn’t be making an appearance in that town again.
Another present? Hell.
And what about Sylvia? Had she been some twisted gift, too? She and Sylvia had fought that last day in court. In the hallway, where she’d thought they were away from prying eyes.
“Why, Sylvia? Why the hell are you doing this? He’ll walk, and he’ll come after you.”
“I don’t have a choice!” Sylvia had screamed at her. “My life, not yours! You don’t understand, you don’t know—”
Her forehead fell against the glass of the window.
An image of the two boys flashed before her eyes.
Damn you, bastard—stop!
T
he motel room was small. The bed was big. And Erin was close.
He’d never been good at resisting temptation, but, this time, he was gonna have to fucking try.
Jude clenched his back teeth and tried not to notice the way her breasts stretched the front of her blouse, urging the buttons to pop loose.
He’d been trying not to notice and so had all those cops at the precinct.
Seeing the other men eyeing his lady…well, his beast had been ready to attack.
“What’s the next move?” she asked, kicking off her pumps and making her way to the bed.
The next move? Stripping her, spreading her out over that bed, driving deep and hard inside her sex.
Jude cleared his throat and glanced up at the ceiling.
A job.
The job came first.
Hell, she
was
the job. And as much as his dick would like to lead him around on this case, he had to focus.
And keep her safe.
“You’re going to sleep, and I’m going to find out just what kind of paranormals rule this town.”
The mattress squeaked when she sat down. “What? Jude, I told you, there aren’t any supernaturals—”
“Ah, sweetheart, you’re not the only
Other
here.” Sure, the paranormals loved the big cities, but there were just
too many
of their kind. If you looked, you could find paranormals just about everywhere, and he
knew
there had to be more
Other
in this city—more vampires, shifters, demons.
To find them, you just needed to know exactly where to look.
“You were at the station with me, you saw the cops—”
“Yeah, none of ’em were shifters.” Wouldn’t have been vamps either. He’d never met a vamp cop. Vamps couldn’t usually hold day jobs. They just weren’t cut out for it. They were stronger at night, so most of them just stayed shut in when the sun was up.
There could have been some demons on the force, though. Maybe one or two, but without Zane there to spot his own kind, Jude wouldn’t see them.
“I worked with those cops for years.” She shook her head. Her dark hair gleamed. “I never saw
anything
that made me think they weren’t humans.”
He shrugged. “Maybe they were all human, but, see, the problem is, you’re looking at this situation all wrong.”
She blinked and a furrow appeared between her brows. “Uh, I am?”
“Yeah.” That top button would be popping soon. Hell, he could use one claw and have it off in less than a second. Then he could see those perfect breasts, with the pink nipples that were so sweet.
Focus.
He looked back up at her eyes. “You were looking for a supernatural to help you. In a town this size, you’ve got to realize, not all paranormals will be the good guys.”
“So I found out.”
Right. “I’m not gonna look for the good guys tonight.” Hunting the bastards was always easier. “I’m gonna go out, rattle some cages, break open some coffins, and see what the hell shakes loose.”
“You—you really think you can come into this town, knowing
nothing
about the place, and find
Other?
”
He flashed her a smile. “One of my talents, sweetheart.” It was all in knowing where to look. He hadn’t worked his way up the food chain at Night Watch by not knowing his cesspools.
Walking on the dark side was old hat to him. He knew, better than most, just how deadly the beast inside could be.
White tigers…rare. So very rare. Because they had an unfortunate reputation and an appetite for death. Other people’s.
Erin didn’t know that about the tigers. If she did, she would be running away from him as fast as she could.
And she thought a wolf was bad.
“Stay here,” he ordered, turning away. “I’ll be back before dawn.” Not much use hunting in the daylight. The creatures he wanted lived by darkness.
So did he, most of the time.
“I want to come with you.”
He froze, hand poised above the door knob. Hell. Hadn’t she seen enough at Delaney’s? Much more and—
She wouldn’t want him near her. Wouldn’t want him touching her. Kissing her. Taking her.
Wouldn’t want him in the same room, much less the same bed.
Not when she saw just what he could become.
Had become, so long ago.
No, no, I won’t lose control again.
There was more to this world than blood and screams and claws and death.
There was—
“Jude?”
Her.
“You don’t need to see”—
what I do
—“the bastards out there. Where I’m going would be hell to most humans.” He always knew just how to get to hell.
Like to like.
“I’m not human.”
He glanced back at her. She’d risen from the bed and put her shoes on again. Her lips were pale and plump.
“I can handle a few interrogations.” Her smile was twisted. “I’ve seen my share, you know.”
No, she hadn’t. Not his way.
But he didn’t want to leave her in the hotel. Didn’t want her to be alone, not with that freak out there.
Freak—and what am I?
So fucking be it. “When the blood starts pouring, just stand back, got me? Don’t interfere and don’t try to stop me.”
Her eyes widened. “What are you—”
“I’ll do what has to be done.” Always did. “No innocents will be hurt.” His one rule. “Just…stand back, okay?”
Don’t try to stop me.
And, hell…don’t fear me.
He wouldn’t cross the line. Hadn’t, in years.
Because the one time he had lost control, the beast had run wild.
The guy was looking for a hooker.
Erin sat beside Jude, her lips pressed together, as he cruised down the strip she’d never visited.
Oh, she knew this particular strip was there. It just hadn’t been on her list of places to visit in Lillian.
“Uh…can we go over this plan again?” Because the fist in her stomach told her this was a bad idea. Very bad.
Searching for a hooker with her lover. Um, not really her thing.
But Jude didn’t even seem to be listening to her. His gaze was on a blonde. A woman with long hair, the shortest skirt Erin had ever seen, and legs clad in fishnet stockings.
Fishnets? Seriously?
She’d thought that was just some kind of really lame-ass stereotype, but no, the lady was strutting in her fishnets.
The blonde led the guy with the thinning hair—the guy who’d just hurried out of his car and run to her—into the mouth of the nearby alley.
Jude shoved open his door.
“What are you doing? Jude—”
“She’s feeding. Come on!”
Feeding?
Was that really the right word for it? Erin unhooked her seatbelt and bolted after him. Her stupid shoes didn’t make for the easiest of runs, but she kept up with him, snaking across the street and into the alley that reeked with the stench of garbage and sewage and hell knew what else and—
And the john was on the ground, head twisted to the side. The blonde was over him, her mouth working on his neck even as her fingers shoved into the front of his jeans.
Erin’s head jerked to the right. She
really
didn’t need to see this scene. Watching others screw wasn’t her idea of a good time.
“So what, drinking from the idiot isn’t enough? You’re robbing him, too?”
Now
that
had her gaze flying back toward the couple on the ground.
The blonde’s head snapped up and she glared at them with—was that blood dripping down her chin?
The guy on the ground gave a weak moan and whispered. “Don’t…stop…don’t—”
“Get out of here!” the woman screamed, her barely covered breasts heaving. Erin noticed that the hooker had the guy’s wallet in her right hand. Ah. So
that
was what she’d been looking for in his pants.
Jude took a step forward and a rat raced across the alley.
Not my kind of place
. Erin braced her legs apart and tried to look like she wasn’t in the middle of hell.
The woman swiped her hand over the back of her mouth, leaving a red swatch on her chin. “Unless you’re a cop, you ain’t got no business—”
Jude growled. A low, menacing rumble that wasn’t human. Not even close.
The woman rocked back, eyes widening. “Wh-wh—”
“Don’t stop!”
A fierce cry from the man. His eyes were open, but he didn’t seem to be staring at anything. Erin wasn’t even sure he’d noticed them.
The woman’s lips peeled back, and Erin caught sight of her teeth.
Fangs.
Vampire?
The hooker shifted, moving like a snake on the ground as she sized them up and put her prey between them.
Her eyes—why hadn’t Erin noticed the woman’s eyes before? They were black. A vamp in hunting mode.
Erin’s breath jerked out. She’d only ever seen two vampires—
okay, three now
—in her life. The assholes she’d seen before had done nothing to make her like the bloodsuckers, or even to have vague semi-warm feelings for them.
The first guy had jumped her in a park when she’d been in New Orleans. Her first week in the city. She’d broken his nose, possibly given him a concussion, then she’d run like hell.
And she’d run right into another vamp. The two had been some kind of sick team. Caging in their prey.
They’d picked the wrong prey.
That guy had gotten tossed ten feet. By the time he’d gotten up, she’d been gone.
But Erin had never forgotten their eyes or the stench of death that clung to them like a second skin.
“Come closer, and I’ll kill him,” the blonde grated, lifting her claws over the man’s throat.
Erin believed her. One swipe would be all that was needed to cut open his jugular and—
Jude lunged forward. He grabbed the man’s arm and jerked him away from the vamp in a lightning fast move. The vamp’s claws raked across the john’s neck and shoulders, drawing blood and eliciting screams from him.
Jude snapped, “Shut the hell up!” Then he shoved the guy away from him and away from the rising vampire.
The man’s eyes were finally open and
aware.
He raised a trembling hand to his throat and touched the trickling blood. His saucer-sized eyes stared first at Jude, then the vamp. After a few stunned seconds, he turned and ran.
“Now what are you gonna do?” Jude put his hands on his hips and sized up the vampire. “’Cause I doubt you’re gonna be able to take me.” Erin saw that his claws were out. “But, just for fun, why don’t you come and try?”
Well, damn.
So much for using the victim.
The vamp’s chin lifted and her eyes narrowed. “You know how hard it is to find a donor in this city? One who
likes
the bite?”
A donor. Nice way of putting it.
“Do I look like I give a shit?” Jude demanded. “Besides, I get the feeling you don’t care if your donors are willing or not.”
A smile from the vamp. One that probably would have been pretty, if the woman hadn’t been flashing bloodstained fangs. “No, I don’t.” Then her gaze shot to Erin.
Hell.
That toothy grin widened. “Hello, there.”
Jude’s hands flew up, and those claws were wicked sharp. “I don’t have much use for vamps, so let’s make this short.”
“Umm…and I don’t have much use for shifters.” Her gaze was still on Erin. “Even those who bring me pretty presents.”
Pretty what?
Presents?
And why had the blood ho been looking at her when she said that?
“She’s not for you.” Jude moved a bit to the right, putting himself between Erin and the vamp.
“Oh?” The woman’s voice was low, taunting. “And I’m to think she’s for you? Humans don’t go for shifters. Everyone knows that. They hate the beasts in you.”
Jude just shook his head. “I don’t have time for this shit.” He flew toward her. Seriously seemed to fly although Erin knew he had to have jumped or—or something. His hand locked around the vampire’s throat, and he lifted her up into the air. Her feet kicked out at him, her claws ripped at the flesh on his arms, but he didn’t even flinch. “I need information.”
She stilled, her claws buried in his arms. “And I need you”—she spat at him—“to get the fuck off my street!”
His fingers tightened.
She laughed. “Can’t…kill me…this way.” Her voice was hushed, broken, but her lips were still twisted in a smile.
Erin stepped forward. No, this wasn’t what she wanted, there had to be—
Jude lifted the vamp higher, then threw her back.
“Jude!”
The vamp twisted in midair, and landed easily, too easily on her feet. Then she charged, running fast for her prey.
Not Jude.
Me.
Jude snarled and reached for the vamp, but she struck out, swiping her claws over his chest and arms and sliding right through his grasp. She came toward Erin, laughing, mouth wide, fangs bared, eyes too dark and—
Erin punched her as hard as she could, right in the face, aiming for that wide, gaping mouth and those freakishly long fangs. There was a crunch, then a crack, and something flew to the ground.
Then the vampire fell backwards, hard.
Before she could rise, Jude was there, crouched over her, his claws at her throat. “Never said she was human,” he murmured.
The vamp stared at Erin in horror. There was more blood on the vamp’s mouth now. No, more blood
coming
from her mouth.
Erin glanced down at the broken cement. What was that? Was it a—
“My tooth!”
At least, that’s what Erin thought the vampire said. It was a bit hard to understand her.
“It’s not like it won’t grow back.” Jude’s voice was mild.
The vamp heaved against him, but his hold was unbreakable. Erin glanced around the alley, then back at them, worried someone else would come by.
“But your head, now that’s a different matter.” His smile sent a shiver through Erin. “That won’t be growing back once it’s cut off. And if you don’t answer my questions, fast, well, I’ll just have to start using my claws.”
Erin tensed. He could do it. The surefire way to kill a vamp was to take off the head. A tiger’s claws could cut through bone and muscle so easily.