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To defend and protect, at any cost.
Sam is Sigma of his pack, defender of the innocent and frail. Too bad the one time it mattered most, though the urge to guard the weak runs strong in his shifter blood, he failed to protect his best friend from an attack. Just when his self-confidence can't go any lower, he becomes entangled in a vampire skirmish and is left with an injured female in his arms.
Vampire accountant for Pal Robi, Inc., Clementine can't believe her master would ask her to commit corporate espionage. She’s shot when discovered, but a shifter comes to her rescue. It's as if he's made of her fantasies, and in the few hours with him she lives more than the decades she's spent among her clan.
Hiding with him on the streets of Chicago, in the midst of fighting together to stay alive, can a petite vampire break through her hero’s jaded heart?
WARNING: Hot dominating sex, an action packed evening, and a first date gone all to hell.
He sprinted toward the injured female. What should he do? The police wouldn’t be happy about vampires and shifters being involved in a human shooting. If this got out to the press, there would be riots.
She struggled to sit.
He slowed, his steps faltering. That shot should have killed her. He shifted back to human form so he could speak. “Don’t move.” Kneeling next to her, he placed an arm around her shoulders. Blood coated his hand.
“Help me up. They can’t get me.” Her words came out halted, between gasps.
“Stay still. I’ll call for help.”
She grabbed his arm with surprising strength. “No.”
He slipped his hands around her slight build and stroked the hair from her face. “You’ve been shot. You need a hospital, you’re going into shock.”
She shook her head. “Bullets hurt, but they missed my heart.” Delicate fangs flashed between her rosebud lips as she spoke. “My master is on the way.”
He blinked. He’d landed in the center of a vampire squabble. Of all the stupid things he could have done, this topped the list. Eric, his alpha, would help Daedalus skin him. Scooping the female in his arms, he carried her back to his car while shaking his head. “There are other ways to settle differences besides guns. What if a human was caught in the cross fire?”
The gunman rolled onto his knees.
Without breaking stride, Sam kicked him in the head with a satisfying crunch. Pain raced through his bare foot and he grimaced, but the hurt was worth it. He twisted at the sound of screeching tires. “I hope this is your master. I don’t think I can shift again so soon.”
A sports car rounded the corner, speeding in their direction.
He dashed toward his vehicle, intent on shoving her into the back seat until he knew for sure who drove toward them.
“That should be him.” She gave the car a feeble wave. “I think.”
Twisting toward the slowing black Audi, he skidded to a stop. A familiar baldheaded Nosferatu launched from the driver’s side. Sam’s heart plummeted. “Oh, shit.”
Daedalus stopped mid-stride and their stares met. “What the fuck are you doing here? You’re supposed to be picking up Sugar.” His gaze traveled to Sam’s car. “You didn’t.”
“Wait, I can explain. She--” He held up the vampire in his arms. “Was in trouble…”
Before Sam could finish, the Nosferatu was in his car. “Babe?” Daedalus glared at Sam from the passenger side. Amazing the windshield didn’t melt. “What are you doing here and not safe at home?” Daedalus gathered Sugar in his arms.
“There was shooting--” Sam tried to explain, but what was the use? The Nosferatu had already decided not to listen.
Daedalus’s stare traveled to the female vampire, then to the unconscious ones on the ground.
“Sugar told me--” Sam was a loser. Nothing he said could defend his actions. As Sigma, he sucked with extra lemon sauce.
“Don’t be angry at Sam. I forced him to follow.” Sugar caressed Daedalus’s cheek. “Where were you?”
“Trying to help her.” He gestured to the half-conscious vampire in Sam’s arms. “And keeping you safe.”
The Nosferatu deflated before Sam’s eyes. “Fuck, I can’t believe you brought her into a gun fight.”
“Daedalus.” Sugar swatted his shoulder and squirmed in his arms. “Put me down.”
He ignored her and tried to give her a kiss.
She turned her face and gave him a cheek.
“We’ll speak about this at home.” He buckled her in the car and closed the door before approaching them. Stopping by the gunman’s body, he stared intently at the face. “I don’t remember him, Clementine.”
“They hired him after you left,” the female vampire responded. “They are a lot of new vampires at Pal Robi in the last few months, since most of the older ones have left.”
“Do you still possess the thumb drive?”
“Yes, Master.” She squirmed in Sam’s arms and removed it from her back pants pocket, handing it to Daedalus.