Apparently they weren’t moving them at the same speed as the rest of their body, because the next thing I did was plunge the knife into the very first shoe that I knew wasn’t a man’s.
The woman that it belonged to screeched, but she couldn’t move without actually ripping her foot to get the knife out. Which she didn’t do.
It was enough for Con to take care of business, finally, and knock her out cold.
The other woman didn’t go down as easy, and I realized that it was Con’s ex-wife.
She was pissed. And by pissed, I meant really pissed.
She was biting, scratching, screaming, and altogether very unhappy.
And Con took it.
He blocked, dodged, and directed her movements, but he didn’t hit her back.
I got up to my feet, ignoring the way my face felt funny and the fact that I couldn’t see out of one eye, and reached for the long strands of hair that were flying everywhere.
The moment I had them in my hands, I yanked, pulled, and lifted my knee. The move was enough to direct her head down toward my knee.
The moment the two body parts made contact, I heard a crunch, then the body that was holding itself up wasn’t any longer.
She fell to the ground at my feet, and I looked up, trying not to cry at the way everything started to hurt all at once.
“Holy shit.”
That was Bradford.
I flipped him off.
“You’re under arrest…”
That’s when I started to imitate a harpy.
EPILOGUE
I like long naps and I cannot lie.
-Coffee Cup
ACADIA
“It’s nice to finally meet you.” I held my hand out to shake it.
Adelaide took it, grinning wildly at me. When she arrived, I had no clue, but now that she was here, I was relying on her to get this figured out.
Con being here among all of this was just waiting for trouble.
“It’s nice to finally meet Con’s heartbeat,” Adelaide said smoothly.
I blushed.
“Uhhh, thanks,” I stammered. “Do you have any ideas on what to do here?”
Adelaide’s eyes were almost violet in color, and she looked nothing like her brother.
Where Fox was tall, dark, handsome, and foreboding, Adelaide was an almost white blonde with skin the color of milk, eyes the color of a rare gem, and a constant smile on her face.
“I have lots of plans, yes,” she said. “But the first one is getting Con out of there before he kills everyone inside.”
“I tried to use my authority to get them out, but I was voted out in the emergency meeting as being biased and unwilling to stand on the side of the law,” Corbin said glumly. “The man that took my place is a complete imbecile and doesn’t deserve to be sitting on my chair, let alone taking up a mantle of power that protects this city from little shitheads like him.”
“It was because of who his mommy is,” Nash grunted. “Not to mention that Bradford is his brother.”
“Like that’s not suspicious,” I grumbled. “Did they forget that he used to work on the sides of the vampires?”
Nash looked at me. “He hasn’t taken a case for any of the vampires,” he corrected. “I thought it odd at the time, but he only helped me work out the case. He never helped me try them. On his end, he looked like he was working with me, but only to gather information rather than actually defending the vampire race.”
I growled under my breath.
“They have no evidence to hold him, seeing as you’re right here,” Adelaide butted in. “What I’m going to get you to do is file a grievance.”
And that was how I’d ended up in the middle of a police station that I used to work at only a few short days ago, yelling at the top of my lungs.
“I’m not a vampire!” I screamed. “I’m okay. I can walk in the day.”
A little white lie. I could do anything that I used to do. I was only harder to kill, apparently.
I still had a lot to learn about my new existence, but I knew that I wasn’t handicapped in any way. I wasn’t evil like a lot of the uninformed citizens were thinking. Hell, I was the same old me but with a kick!
Thirty whirlwind minutes later, I was being carted inside by a very enraged vampire, who was none too happy to have almost every person in the PD that I had once called a friend accuse me of being evil.
“Con,” I whispered worriedly. “It’s okay.”
“Is not,” he disagreed.
He walked straight into his office and shut the door.
“Feed,” Con ordered, dropping me down onto his desk and shoving my face into his neck.
I bit him, but didn’t break the skin, then pushed him away for all that I was worth.
The moment he was far enough away from me, I flipped him off again.
However, the next time he pulled me to him, he didn’t allow no for an answer. He just yanked my face to him, sliced his fucking neck open with a knife he pulled out of nowhere and brought my head toward his neck all within a heartbeat.
“Fucker,” I said, licking the drops of blood that were starting to run down his neck.
And that’s about the time that we got naked.
He ripped my clothes straight from my body, and I allowed him to, even going as far as to help him out as I ripped my bra off.
The next thing I knew, he was sinking his hard cock straight into my overheated pussy, and I was sucking on his neck greedily.
The push and pull at my hips had me moving before I was ready, and soon I was well on my way to being full—full of cum and full of blood.
When I came less than a minute later, and he followed me over the edge, I pulled my mouth away from his skin, licked it clean, and then threw my head back and yelled out my release.
It was moments later when I came back to myself that I realized why I hadn’t wanted to feed.
Because feeding always ended in sex. Always.
And we had a conference room full of people down the hall from Con’s office, and I’d allowed him to fuck me on top of his desk. With the windows wide fucking open.
“Shit,” I growled. “You’re so going to hell.”
He started to laugh as he pulled himself free of me, not caring that in doing so he’d allowed his release to drip all down my legs and straight onto the desk calendar that lined the top.
“Shit,” I squirmed, pushing myself up awkwardly so I didn’t drag it all over his desk.
I even managed to pull off as clean of an exit as I could as I hobbled toward the bathroom that was hidden behind a secret door.
There I found myself facing a closet full of clothes in my size, wondering how they’d gotten there.
“I had Adelaide go shopping about a week ago,” he answered my silent question.
“Hmmm,” I said. “I’m going to have to be best friends with this chick.”
“She’s here for good now. I think she’d like that,” Con answered as he walked to the toilet and relieved himself.
I rolled my eyes heavenward.
Had we already lost that sweet ‘gross, don’t do that in front of the other person’ stage of our relationship?
Not that I was complaining. I wish I knew what Con’s feelings were, but I didn’t want to jinx myself and ask only to be let down.
And, as if he’d read my thoughts, the moment he finished, he scooped me up by my bottom, uncaring that he was covering us both with his release and pinned me to the wall.