one helpless girl in his own home?”
Mark’s mouth flapped in and out, imitating a fish out of water in his wordless
floundering. Salvatore watched him is silent satisfaction. Salvatore cleared
his throat.
“Well, now that that ugly bit of business has been taken care of, let us
discuss our plans to destroy the Cacciatori heiress.”
Chapter
5
“I still don’t think this is a good idea, cara ,”
Dominic grumbled, concern furrowing his dark brow as they stepped out into the
crisp night air.
“Keep making that face and it might get stuck like that,” Kate joked,
tightening the scarf around her neck against the chill in the air. The cold of
winter was her friend, for it meant shorter days and longer nights. Besides,
the cold here had nothing on Chicago winters.
Though she was thrilled to be out and about, Dominic’s displeasure dampened her
joy. She’d never seen him quite so edgy. A bundle of nerves, he seemed ready to
shoot up the whole city if someone so much as looked at her wrong. When he
didn’t laugh, Kate squeezed his hand and gave him a reassuring smile.
“It’ll be fine, Dom,” she soothed, reaching up to smooth away the worry line
creasing his forehead. “Try to relax. I need this. I’m tired of being a
prisoner. I’ve spent almost every minute of my immortal life under lock and
key, sheltered from the world. I can’t live like that. I want to live .”
“I want you to live too,” Dominic said, amusement twisting his tense lips into
a rueful smile. “ Which is exactly why this is a bad idea. ”
“Oh, come on, my love,” Kate coaxed. “It’ll be just like before. You can take
me on one wild adventure after another. We could play hide-and-go-seek in the
Coliseum, go skinny dipping in the Tiber, or go base jumping off the leaning
tower of Pisa.”
Dominic chuckled. “That does sound like fun, but, cara ,
you forget, we have to be careful. Both of our families will be searching for
us now. Yours would probably just kill me and drag you kicking and screaming
back to their compound, but mine would kill us both. That’s a fifty-fifty
chance you end up dead and a hundred percent chance I do if we get caught. Not
great odds, no matter how you slice it.”
Kate waved off his skewed statistics. “That’s if we get caught. We’re not going
to get caught. Besides, I have the biggest, baddest wolf in town on my side. I couldn’t be any safer.”
The look on his face said he was less than convinced. Dominic’s hand
disappeared beneath his jacket. “Fine, but if we run into any kind of trouble,
I want you to use this.” He pressed the solid weight of a handgun into her
palm, its cold steel sending shivers through her.
Curling her nose, Kate held it out in front of her like a dead fish. “Yeah… no. You don’t want me to have this.”
Dominic looked at her like she’d lost her mind. “Yes, I do.” He drew his jacket
aside to reveal a gun secured to each side of his body in a concealed,
dual-sided holster. “I’ve got mine. One for wolves,” he indicated the gun on
his left, “and one for vamps,” he indicated the gun on his right. “Yours is
only loaded with silver bullets, which will only protect you from the wolves,
but I figure you wouldn’t need to shoot to kill your own kind.”
Kate shook her head. “You don’t understand, Dominic,” she said with a dry
laugh. “I hold the record for worst aim ever . I’d aim for an attacker
ten feet away from you and still probably hit you instead.”
Dominic scoffed in amused disbelief. “Oh, come on. You can’t be that bad. Nobody is that bad.”
“Oh, believe it, honey. I have worse aim than a