Deadly Pursuit (A Blood Hunter Novel, #2) Read Online Free PDF Page A

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    “Rico—”
    “Sweetheart—me and the dog have a couple of things to sort out between us. Like why the hell’s he wearing my clothes? So why don’t you sit down, and I’ll be with you in a moment.”
    Skylar’s eyes narrowed, then she shrugged. “Beat the shit out of each other if you want to. But he’s bigger than you, darling.”
    Rico grinned, flashing his fangs. “Yeah, but I have bigger teeth.”
    Skylar glanced across at Jon. “I wouldn’t bet on it.” She stepped back. “Come on, Al. Let’s give the… men some room.”
    Alex couldn’t believe Skylar was so calm, and it didn’t look as though the captain was going to be any help either. Tannis had already moved back and was leaning against the wall, an expression of anticipation on her face.
    Alex tugged on Skylar’s arm. “Stop him, Skylar.”
    “Who? Rico or the werewolf? They look pretty well matched to me. Besides, I don’t think either of them are willing to listen to reason right now.” She breathed in. “Can’t you smell the testosterone in here?”
    They were all crazy.
    Jon took a step closer. His eyes were changing, glowing amber. Feral.
    …
    TheadrenalinecoursedthroughJon’sveins.
    After Al had left, he’d gotten bored of waiting in his cabin and finally ventured out in search of food. Also, he wanted to know how soon he could get off this stinking ship.
    But once out of the cabin he had to admit he was impressed with the vessel. She was a Mark 3 Cruiser but obviously extensively customized. The black and silver decor gleamed. The air was fresh—no stinting with the recycling, but beneath the freshness he caught the scent of death. As he’d followed his nose deeper into the ship, the stench grew stronger. Finally he’d arrived at the bridge, and even though he’d guessed what he would find, shock had held him immobile.
    Vampire.
    It had been decades since he’d even heard mention of them. He’d believed, and hoped, that they’d all died out.
    Maybe this was what he needed to clear the last lingering effects of the cryo. What would be ideal is if he could shift and go for a long hard run, but that was hardly going to happen. So a fight would be the next best thing.
    And if the vampire killed him, his problems would be over. He wasn’t afraid to die. On the other hand, he’d fought vamps before and survived; no doubt, he could do it again. They were almost impossible to kill, especially without the proper weapons, but you could hurt them, make them bleed. Vampires and werewolves were natural enemies—both predators and both territorial—they didn’t like sharing their prey. And vampires had a taste for were blood.
    His fists clenched at his side. No way was this blood-sucking monster feeding on him. It occurred to him fleetingly that if he seriously damaged the vampire, his welcome on the ship was probably over and he’d be out the airlock without a spacesuit.
    His attention had been on the vampire, but for the first time he took in the other occupants of the room.
    The “boy” Al was no threat. Now he knew she was a girl, she appeared different—quite striking with her red hair, pale and creamy skin, and huge gray eyes. Not that he was interested. Her gaze caught his, and she glanced away quickly. He moved on to the two women. They were armed with laser pistols, and both looked more than ready to use them, their hands resting lightly on the grips.
    One, with her eerie violet eyes, was obviously Collective. His “sister” he presumed. Was no one on this ship who they said they were? He’d have to remember to thank her later, and then find out why the fuck she had lied and busted him out of prison. Not that he wasn’t grateful. Anything was better than the Meridian mines and a slow, painful death from radiation poisoning, which was where most prisoners ended up.
    The other woman was a GM. The effects of genetic engineering clear in her sinuous body and cold yellow eyes. He idly wondered if she had a