wouldn’t go pointing fingers if I were you.”
He shrugged. “I’m not. Just acknowledging my budding appreciation for your kind.” He turned towards the waiter. “I’ll have a scotch, straight up.”
The waiter nodded. “Of course,” and then walked away, looking confused as well as dejected.
“So, Celeste, what brings you back to Vegas?”
H er smile fell. “My father is getting married.”
His eyebrows shot up. “Really?”
She wrinkled her nose and scowled. “Yes, he’s fallen for a woman from Montana. We were planning on coming out here so they could get married, but ended up running into a little trouble and had to leave town.”
“Trouble? That’s unusual,” he replied dryly.
“I know, right?” she giggled, “Speaking of which, if you’re in the mood for some hunting, I have targets that I think you’ll be very interested in.”
“Is this related to your trouble in Montana?”
“Yes, and they’ve followed us to Vegas. They’re pissing me off, Victor.”
“Interesting. So, w ho’s hunting you? Lycans?”
“No, Roamers.”
“Vampires?” he lowered his voice. “You’re telling me that you want us to hunt your own brethren?”
“That’s exactly what I’ m telling you.”
His eyes began to sparkle. “Hmm… sounds appealing, I have to admit.”
“ I thought it might. The sooner you take them out, the better.”
He scratched his chin. “How many?”
“Three. They shouldn’t be a problem .” Celeste’s eyes narrowed. “The female, Nikki, I need her disposed of first and foremost.”
He studied her face. “This sounds a little murky. Can’t you handle your own kind, Celeste?”
“Normally. Look, it ’s just complicated. Specifically because Caleb wouldn’t approve.”
“Even though they’re hunting you?”
She reached over and trailed her finger over his sleeve. “Yes. I wish I could tell you more, but like I said, it’s complicated.”
“Hmm… Tell me, Celeste, if I do this for you, what do I get in return?”
“The thrill o f the hunt,” she said, smiling seductively, “and… a night with me.”
He grabbed her arm , twisting it roughly behind her back until she whimpered in pain. “I’m taking my payment now then,” he growled, his eyes glowing with anticipation.
She glared at him. “Fine, but no teeth. It took me forever to heal after the last time.”
“Like you didn’t love every minute of it ,” he murmured as the waiter returned with his drink.
She smiled.
***
Nathan
Nathan knew he was still pretty messed up when he woke to find his mother sitting next to him, her expression grim
W here is she?” he whispered hoarsely. He knew he’d been in and out of consciousness for the last few days, dreaming of some kind of freakish caged creature. In it, his sister was crying and reaching for the shriveled monstrosity while he stood back, unable to do anything but watch the nightmare unfold. Just before she touched the creature, he’d wake up, never knowing the outcome. It freaked the hell out of him, mostly because it seemed more like a memory than a dream.
“I don’t know, honey. Caleb said she’s here in Vegas and that we just have to be patient. He promised that he’d find her, especially with all of the contacts he has in the city. It shouldn’t be long now.”
“Caleb?” he mumbled , trying to keep his heavy lids open. He was so groggy and weak, that it was hard to move let alone process anything.
“Yes,” she chuckled , patting his hand. “The Sheriff? My fiancé, you silly goose, remember?” He grimaced and she laughed. “See, you’re obviously coming around.”
“Tell me what happened again,” he said, clearing his throat as he tried to sit up. His head felt like someone had used it to kick a field-goal.
“Let’s wait until you’re more awake.”
“No, I would really like to know now, mom.”
The last thing he remembered was hearing about Susan’s death and then