in,” Grayson said smoothly. “Your bouncer is an outlier. He should be able to see them for what they are.”
“I have no idea,” Killion said. “Trust me, if I did, those bastards would be dead.”
Grayson offered him a small, tight smile. “Well, let’s hope your security cameras help. Although I’m not sure how they would when vampires can’t be picked up on camera.”
He didn’t wait for Killion’s reply before steering me away from the bar and toward one of the shadowy booths that had an awesome view of the whole floor.
I glanced back at Killion, but the lights made it difficult to read his expression. “You think he’s lying?”
“I know he is,” Grayson said.
“You think he’s in on it.”
“Yes, but without proof, there’s little I can do.”
Except catch the fuckers himself. He was protecting his territory, keeping it safe, and it was my job to help him.
The booth was the perfect spot to watch for vampires, but my mind kept wandering to Grayson’s thigh pressed to mine, and the way his shirt hugged his bicep or how his throat bobbed when he took a sip of his whiskey. He smelled of pine and woods and sex. Fuck, he smelled of sex. I couldn’t help it. I cracked my shields and almost bit my tongue as my clit went into meltdown, throbbing and aching. Crap. I slammed the shields down and took a gulp of my Coke. How was he sitting there so calmly when he was so turned on? Wait … was I turning him on? I was still throbbing even with the shields back up. I couldn’t work like this. This was insane, and there had to be a reason for it. But right now, I needed to focus on vampires.
I nudged him. “I need to get out.”
He turned his head. “No vampires yet.”
“I know. I need the ladies’.”
He chuffed and then slid out of the booth. He didn’t move far, so I had to brush past him to get out. He cupped my elbow to steady me, and I swear the heat from his hand penetrated the material of my jacket. Penetrated … Oh, get a grip, Fee.
“Have you not heard of personal space?” I pulled away, suddenly annoyed, and strode off before he could answer.
What the fuck was he doing crowding me with his abs and his pecs and all the fucking pheromones? It had to be a Loup thing. Maybe it was like a wolf period or something where they just leached sex.
Or maybe it’s you, the annoying little voice in my head said. Maybe you’re just horny.
Yeah, me and Errol were going to have a nice night in after this was over. The neon light for the ladies’ was up ahead. I was almost there when my attention was pulled to the left. A couple stood up against the wall. Guy with his palm braced just above the woman’s head, chin tucked in while she peered up at him. Red light splashed across her face. Her blank, slack face. Shit. Behind them, two guys hovered by the sofa with pits where their eyes should be. Where had they come from? I scanned the floor and spotted another set of stairs leading up.
Another floor?
The guy by the wall pushed off and took the woman’s hand. They headed up those stairs, and the other two guys followed.
Vampires.
I’d found some vampires.
Chapter Fourteen
We crowded onto a narrow corridor that lived at the top of the stairs. Grayson hadn’t doubted what I’d seen, and neither had the crew, thank goodness. So maybe we were in time to save the human woman. But caution was key. We had no idea how many vampires were up here.
There was a turn up ahead, and I strained to listen for sounds of activity.
“You didn’t really need the ladies’, did you?” Grayson asked.
I frowned. “Hush.”
Sariah made a strange sound. I glanced at her, and her eyes were wide. She looked from me to Grayson.
Grayson slipped ahead of us. “Hang back,” he ordered. “Let me scope it out.”
He went ahead and paused at the turn to glance back at us. Our gazes locked, and a frisson of awareness shot through me right down to my toes, but then he was gone.
Sariah grabbed my arm.
“What?” I mouthed to her.
She leaned in. “You can’t tell the alpha of the Regency Pack to hush.”
“I was trying to listen for activity. Besides, he isn’t the boss of me.”
She blinked slowly at me, her cat’s eyes assessing as if she wasn’t