She tossed herself into the corner of her seat, yanking at the long raven braid that was draped over her shoulder. She had been angry when he had demanded her pledge not to offer him harm, annoyed that he had easily read her noble spirit. Now she was angry that he remained cautious.
Part demon or not, she was as contrary as any woman.
"If I wanted to hurt you, I wouldn't need a gun" she muttered in low tones.
Chapter Three
Shay wasn't entirely stupid.
She knew that baiting a vampire under any circumstances was dangerous. Like playing Russian roulette with a fully loaded pistol. Especially when she was completely and utterly at his mercy.
But while every sense might warn her to keep her mouth shut and disappear into the butter soft leather seat, her raw pride simply refused to listen.
Beyond being a vampire Viper was everything she disliked.
He was too beautiful, too obscenely rich, and worst of all, too brashly confident of his own worth.
That grated worst of all.
Deep within her she envied that cool, stately arrogance. Even if she lived a millennium she would never attain such a sure belief in her own worth.
She was a mongrel. Half demon and half human. She didn't belong in either world. And never would.
The vampire settled back in his seat and regarded her with a steady gaze.
"A fascinating discussion, pet, and one we will no doubt explore in depth at some point. But for the moment I prefer to concentrate on who, or what, is so desperate to get their hands on you."
"I don't know," Shay retorted with complete honesty. She didn't have a clue who was after her. She had spent her life in the shadows, never drawing attention to herself. It had been her only means of survival.
"No bitter past owner?" he demanded.
"Besides Evor who holds my curse, Edra was my one and only owner." Her lips thinned with annoyance. "Until you."
"No past lover who might hold a grudge?"
Stupidly she felt her face warm with embarrassment. "No."
"No past lover?" His lips twitched with ill-concealed amusement. "Or none who would hold a grudge?"
"None of your damn business."
"It becomes my business when someone tries to kill me."
Shay gave her braid a furious tug as she glared into his perfect face. "Then take me back to Evor."
''Never." Without warning the vampire was flowing forward and Shay found herself trapped in the corner with his hands planted on the seat on either side of her head. "You are mine."
His face was so close that she could see the flecks of gold in the midnight eyes. Her heart threatened to halt.
Partially out of fear. And partially... well, hell, she might as well be honest. Partially out of sheer lust.
She didn't have to like him to want to rip off his clothes and pull that magnificent male body on top of her. He was a sexual invitation from the tip of his silver hair to the toes of his handcrafted leather boots.
She would have to be dead not to want to wrap herself in his potent beauty and sate the aching need she had endured for more years than she cared to admit.
Easily sensing her flare of desire Viper stilled above her, his fangs lengthening as his own body reacted.
Her eyes widened. "Don't."