didn't have a professional relationship of sorts, she had other things in mind. Imagine that. Keeping her calendar open just in case the man in leather wanted to see her tonight as well as this morning.
Damn, one good lay and she thought they had a thing going? She needed to get real.
Butch smiled cynically. “Someday I'm going to figure out why you don't like me.”
“I do like you. You don't take shit from anyone, and even though I don't approve of your methods, I can't pretend I didn't like the fact that you broke Billy Riddle's nose again.”
The harsh planes of Butch's face softened. As his eyes bored into hers, she thought she must be crazy for not being attracted to him.
“And thanks for sending your friend over last night,” she said, putting her bag up on her shoulder. “Although I have to admit, he scared the hell out of me at first.”
Right before the man had showed her exactly what the highest and best use for the human body was.
Butch frowned. “Friend?”
“You know. The one who looks like some kind of Goth nightmare. Tell me, he's vice, isn't he?”
“What the hell are you talking about? I didn't send anyone over to your place.”
All the blood drained out of her head.
And the growing suspicion and alarm on Butch's face kept her from trying to jog his memory.
She headed for the door. “My mistake.”
Butch grabbed her arm. “Who the hell was at your apartment last night?”
She wished she knew.
“No one. Like I said, my mistake. I'll see you later.”
She rushed through the lobby, her heart beating triple time. As she burst outside, she winced when the sun hit her face.
One thing was clear: There was no way she was going to meet that man this morning, even though 816 Wallace Avenue was in the best part of the city and it was broad daylight.
By four that afternoon, Wrath was about to explode.
He hadn't been able to get back to Beth's the night before.
And she hadn't shown this morning.
Her failure to come to him meant one of two things: Something had happened to her or she was blowing him off.
He checked the braille clock with his fingertips. Sundown was still hours away.
Goddamned summer days. Too long. Way too long.
He stalked to the bathroom, splashed his face with water, and braced his arms on the marble counter. In the glow from the candle set next to the sink, he stared at himself, seeing nothing more than an indistinct rush of black hair, two smudgy eyebrows, and the outline of his face.
He was exhausted. He hadn't slept all day, and the night before had been a train wreck.
Except for the part with Beth. That had been…
He cursed and toweled off.
God, what the hell was wrong with him? Being inside of that female was the worst of all the shit that had gone down last night. Courtesy of that stunning little interlude, his mind was wandering, his body was in a perpetual state of arousal, and his mood was in the crapper.
At least the latter was SOP for him.
Man, last night had been a total disaster.
After leaving the brothers, he and Vishous had gone across town to check out the mechanics shop. It was closed up tight as a tick, and after scoping the outside and breaking in, they'd determined it wasn't used as a center. The decrepit building was too small above ground for one thing, and there was no hidden basement that they could find. Also, the neighborhood wasn't prime. There were a couple of all-night diners around, one of which was frequented by the cops. Too much exposure.
He and Vishous were heading back to Darius's, via a quick detour through Screamer's to satisfy V's craving for Grey Goose, when they walked into a problem.
That was when things had gone from bad into the FUBAR zip code.
In an alley, a civilian vampire was gravely wounded, with two lessers about to finish the job on him. Killing the lessers had taken some time because they were both well experienced, and the other vampire was dead when the fighting was over.
The young male had been toyed with cruelly, his body a pincushion of shallow stabs. Going by the raw patches on his knees and the gravel in his palms, he'd tried to drag himself away a number of times. There'd been fresh human blood around his mouth and the smell of it in the air, too, but they couldn't stick around to check out the