to use my stick.”
I laughed against his chest. “So do you.”
His dick jerked inside me, and I gasped, sitting up with my elbows on his chest. I could feel him growing harder by the second.
“Again?” I arched a brow at him.
His hands slid to my bare cheeks, grabbing hold and slowly rolling me forward. “Definitely again.” He kissed me hard. “And again.” He nipped down my jaw to my ear. “I’m never letting you go.”
And for one blissful moment, I believed him.
Chapter 29
~DEVRAJ~
By the time we got our clothes back on, Isadora had slipped back into her distant, quiet mode. And I didn’t like it.
Too frustrated to talk about it now, I opened the door so I could walk around to the driver’s side. A sound hit me like a punch to the chest.
“What is it?” she asked.
I’d frozen in place with her door open, listening to the familiar bong of the church bells from Emma’s memories.
“Devraj?”
Pulling out my phone, I called Ruben, my blood racing like mad, pushing me to hunt. He answered on the first ring as I rushed around to the driver’s seat.
“Track my phone and get here now. Bring three men.”
“On my way.” Then he clicked off.
I revved the engine and took off, rolling the windows down.
“What the hell is going on?” Isadora asked, belting herself in.
“Those church bells. They’re close to where the other women are being held.”
“How do you know that?”
She stared a moment but then went silent, realizing I needed to listen. I charged out of the lot and wound my way toward the chiming bells down St. Charles Avenue. I veered to a sudden stop in front of a small Catholic Church just as the bells died.
“Are you sure those are the same bells?”
“Positive.” My sense of hearing was so acute I recognized the twangy ring of the third bell in each chime, exactly as it was in Emma’s memory. “He’s holding them within hearing of this church. Northwest of here, I believe.”
We both hopped out and stood on the sidewalk in front of the church, peering one way and then the other. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, catching a very faint, familiar scent. Jennifer. The young woman who’d been captive the longest.
My instinct was to bolt, but I couldn’t leave Isadora alone. Not this close to the kidnapper’s lair. When I looked at her, she seemed to read my mind.
“Give me your keys. I’ll lock myself inside. This isn’t exactly a dangerous part of town.”
“I’m not worried about you being accosted by college kids, and you know it.”
She held out her hand. “Give me your keys. I’ll be fine.”
Just as I did, Ruben appeared, a wake of wind nearly knocking me over, whooshing Isadora’s hair. Then Gabriel and two of his other men, Roland and Sal, appeared.
“Perfect timing. I need one of you to stay with her.”
“I’m fine,” snapped Isadora, opening the car to slip inside.
I glared at Ruben. “Leave one of them with her. We’re too close to this asshole’s nest to leave her alone.”
I was probably being unreasonable because this crew’s MO wasn’t to nab a girl off the street. But I wasn’t taking any chances.
“Roland. Stay with Isadora.”
Roland was big and badass with a shaved head, the most intimidating on first glance of Ruben’s men. I breathed a sigh of relief then traced at minimum speed down a side street, the scent coming from that direction. I stopped, Ruben, Gabriel, and Sal with me.
All vampires had extraordinary senses, but they didn’t hold memory scent like Stygorn did. I’d memorized all of the women’s scents the day after I arrived in New Orleans, so they’d need to rely on me to take the lead until we were very close.
They watched and waited in silence while I sought their scent. Once I found it, I traced again, slow enough they could follow, trailing Jennifer’s faint smell on the wind. Her scent grew stronger again until we all stopped in front of a tall, nondescript building.
“Looks like a dorm,” said Gabriel, peering in a window. “An abandoned one.”
An orange Renovation in Progress sign was pasted on the double doors. Looked like renovation got put on the backburner due to lack of funding or some other bureaucratic issue.
Ruben and I shared a glance before I nodded. “This is it.”
Gabriel wrenched the locked door open with a metallic crack, then we stood in a lobby/lounge area, musty and moldy from disuse. There were doors on the right and the left marked