looked like a cuddly bear, but she wasn’t fooled. He was just as deadly, and with more mass than his colleague, he could crush any human or vampire without effort. Those two were dangerous, deadly vampires.
She watched as they joined Oliver and marched toward the building. When they passed a streetlight, she noticed that all three of them carried guns. She pulled in a quick breath: she hadn’t noticed that Oliver had been armed when he’d left the car.
“Don’t worry, they know what they’re doing,” Cain said from the driver’s seat.
She shrieked. She hadn’t seen that he’d also exited the van and taken Oliver’s spot while she’d watched the three vampires walk toward her former prison.
Cain shrugged. “Just in case we need to make a quick getaway.”
Ursula wrapped her arms around her torso, feeling cold and scared. The vampire next to her wasn’t like Oliver. Yes, he seemed friendly on the surface. He didn’t carry his hostility on his sleeve like Zane—even seeing Zane only from the distance she’d felt that—but there was something unreadable about him. It made her feel uneasy around him. Oliver, on the other hand, unleashed an entirely different feeling in her. She felt drawn to him in the most primal way she had ever felt. Was it the fact that he was the first man who’d kissed her in over three years? Was it because she was so starved for physical intimacy that she had temporarily pushed aside her disgust for vampires when he’d pressed his lips onto hers?
Whatever it was, the intensity of it scared her. Because she knew that if it happened again, it would be as impossible for her to push him away as it had been to refuse his demand to touch him.
Wanting to silence her thoughts, she searched for a topic of conversation. “How long have you been working for Scanguards?”
Cain’s eyes narrowed, suspicion rolling off him. “Why are you asking?”
“No reason.”
She looked out the window. Oliver and his colleagues had disappeared. Had they entered the building or walked around it? “Where are they?”
“Inside.”
At his nonchalant voice, she glared at him. “Aren’t you worried?”
“They know what they’re doing. Amaury and Zane are the best.”
Her legs trembled. She pressed her palms onto her thighs to hide the fact that she was full of fear. “And Oliver?” Why hadn’t Cain said that Oliver was one of the best too?
Cain hesitated. “He’s still . . . young.”
“But he can defend himself, right?”
“Of course he can. You worry about him?”
Ursula pressed herself back into the seat. “No.”
Liar, liar, pants on fire.
“Then stop fidgeting. If what you say is true, and those vampires run some sort of blood brothel, my colleagues will pose as clients to get the lay of the land. They won’t start a fight tonight.”
Why hadn’t Oliver told her that? Was he afraid she’d find a way of warning her kidnappers? Did he still not believe her?
“And the guns?”
“You’ve got good eyesight.”
“That doesn’t answer my question,” she shot back.
“Maybe I’m not in the mood to answer questions.” He looked at her, his eyes hard and unyielding. “I’ve read your file cover to cover. The police reports, the newspaper articles. Add to that what you told us yourself. The fact that you escaped from that place.” He motioned his head toward the building. “Looks like a pretty hard thing to do, particularly if there are as many vampires on the premises as you claim. Something about your story stinks. And just because you managed to wrap Oliver around your little finger, doesn’t mean you’ll have as easy a time with the rest of us. I, for one, don’t think with my dick!”
Ursula huffed angrily. She opened her mouth, but he cut her off.
“Save your breath!”
She folded her arms over her chest and looked out the window, watching the building intently. It was dark, but that didn’t have to mean anything. All windows were either painted black from the inside or boarded up, or in some cases hung with heavy drapes, so that no light could penetrate. Likewise, no light could escape to the outside. She was certain her captors had done this on purpose so that nobody would be drawn to the building and start asking questions.
How they attracted clients, she could only guess. Word-of-Mouth most likely. They couldn’t very well advertise that they had blood whores with special blood for hire.
Time seemed to stand still. Nervously, Ursula chewed on her fingernails, when she finally saw a movement at the door to the