D. Reynolds - Aden

“You’re right,” he agreed. “I will see. You’re going to show it to me.”

She glared up at him. “I’ll show you nothing. I’ll tell you nothing.”

Aden’s sensuous lips curved up in a confident smile. “Wrong,” he said softly. “You’ll tell me everything.”

Sid stared as Dresner’s defiant stance softened into something almost dreamy. Her entire body relaxed, her lips tilting into a peaceful smile. “I’ll tell you everything,” she agreed happily. “Whatever you want.”

“Did you warn Silas about me coming to the club the other night?”

“Yes,” Dresner said, nodding eagerly. “When Sidonie mentioned Silas’s name, I knew that’s where you had to be going, so I called and warned them.”

“And why won’t Silas meet me directly?”

“You’re so strong,” she cooed. “Silas is afraid. If my master Lord Klemens was still—” She cut off her words with a wince.

“Who is your master, Claudia?” Aden demanded. And it took Sid a moment to remember that Dresner’s first name was Claudia. She’d never called her anything but Professor Dresner .

“ You are my master, Lord Aden,” Dresner responded fervently.

Sid tuned out their voices as Aden continued his interrogation. She was more than a little creeped out by what he was doing and how Dresner was acting. Aden had somehow taken over Dresner’s mind and was making her act against everything she believed in. He was quite literally making her a slave to his will. Would he do that to Sid, too, if she disagreed with him about something? Was this the vampire she’d thought would help her wipe out Klemens’s old slave network?

“Stop it,” she whispered, staring appalled at the simpering Dresner. Then more strongly, “Stop it.”

Aden glanced over. “Stop what?” he asked distractedly.

“Stop what you’re doing to her. You’re . . . you’re stealing her will, enslaving her.”

Aden lifted a hand, halting the flow of information from Dresner. He gave Sid a sharp look.

“What did you say?”

“You’re forcing her to do things she doesn’t want to, things she’d never do willingly. That’s slavery, and that’s not why I brought you here, not why I sought you out in the first place. I wanted you to get rid of Klemens’s old slave network, not create your own.”

Aden crossed the room in three hard strides, until he was standing only inches away from Sid. He stared down at her, and Sid had to admit he was pretty intimidating with his size and dark glowering looks. But Sid wasn’t the now pathetic Dresner, and she wasn’t cowed. She glared wordlessly right back at him, getting up in his face.

“What do you know about slaves?” he demanded distinctly.

“I thought you knew,” she said, her glare becoming a frown of confusion.

“What. Do. You. Know?” he growled.

Sid recoiled, realizing abruptly that he was way more than pissed off. If he’d been intimidating before, he was truly scary now. She hadn’t gotten this far by scaring easily, but a little common sense wouldn’t hurt, either, so she answered his question and didn’t give him any attitude.

“Klemens used his drug network to bring slaves into the country,” she said calmly. “Chicago was his hub, his distribution center.”

“Claudia!” he barked, without looking away from Sid.

“Yes, my lord,” Dresner said instantly.

“You will tell no one of our conversation. You will cease all communication with Silas, or any other vampire, other than myself, is that clear?”

“Yes, my lord. Thank you, my lord.”

“Right. You,” he said, locking gazes with Sid, “come with me.”

Sid narrowed her eyes irritably and didn’t move. “Where are we going?”

His scowl intensified. “What does it matter? You say you want Klemens’s slave network shut down. Then you will tell me what you know.”

“That’s not how this works. I’m going to expose his whole network for what it is, so they can’t simply set up shop somewhere else. I want in on whatever you’re going to do.”

“Not gonna happen, sweetheart. I’ll do what needs to be done, and when it’s over, I’ll tell you what you need to know. This is vampire business, not yours.”

“Not—” Sid couldn’t form the right words around the anger choking her throat. “The women they’re kidnapping and selling are human, Lord Fucking Aden. That makes this my business. And you wouldn’t have known any of this if I hadn’t told you about it.”

“Bullshit. I have my own sources. You just made it easier. Now, either tell me what you know, or go play reporter somewhere else.”

Sid stared at him in disbelief. What a total asshole. She couldn’t believe she’d been ready to let him . . . Fuck. She couldn’t even think about what she’d almost let him do.

“Tell you what, Aden,” she said pleasantly. “Go to hell.” And with that, she spun on her heel and stormed out of the house.

Bastien was waiting on the porch, probably worried about his precious asshole of a vampire lord. He looked up questioningly when she banged open the screen door.

“He’s fine. I’ll see you later,” she snapped, then almost growled out loud when she caught Bastien’s quick look over her head. He was obviously checking with Aden to see if she was allowed to leave. She didn’t wait to find out. She didn’t need anyone’s permission, no matter what these vampires seemed to think. Reaching the street, she looked both ways, calculating her best chance of catching a cab.

“Don’t be an idiot, Sidonie,” Aden said from right behind her.

She spun around, fighting the urge to jump, but knew she hadn’t succeeded when she saw one side of his mouth curl up knowingly.

“I’ll give you a ride back to your condo,” he told her.

“No, thank you,” she said primly. She turned away from him and started walking.

“Have it your way,” he murmured. “But don’t blame me if Silas finds you.”

That stopped her. She spun to face him. “What?”

His thick shoulders moved in a careless shrug. “Dresner told Silas how she knew I was coming. Your name came up.”

Well, wasn’t that great? Sid pulled her cell out of her pocket. “I’ll call a cab.”

Aden strode forward until he was blocking the street light, and she was standing in his shadow. His deep voice curled around her. “Let me give you a ride, Sidonie.”

Sid swayed closer, then realized what he was doing. “Don’t you dare do that to me!” she gasped. “I am not some pathetic vampire groupie you can mesmerize into becoming your slave.”

“Be careful,” he warned her. “My patience is not unlimited.”

“The truth hurts, Lord Aden. Good-bye.” Sidonie turned her back on him and started off toward Clark and Wrightwood. There were a few clubs up there in Lincoln Park that had music seven days a week. She should be able to find a cab there, or at least she’d have other people to hang out with until one could arrive.

It was a short walk to the corner, and she felt Aden’s stare against her back every step of the way. She kept waiting for his crooning voice to drift over her shoulder, for his big hand to wrap around her waist. But it never did. He let her go. And she told herself it didn’t matter. That the disappointed ache she was feeling was only because she was losing a powerful ally in her efforts to close down Klemens’s old network.

And she nearly believed it.

ADEN WATCHED Sidonie storm away down the street, as if she were in control. As if she could escape him. He let her go . . . for tonight. There were only a few hours before sunrise, and he had a lot to do before then. He’d pretty much drained Dresner of any useful information, but he wanted to pursue Sidonie’s claims regarding Klemens. His vampire sources had hinted at the existence of a slave ring here in Chicago, something he found deeply troubling. He wasn’t a total innocent. He knew many vampires indulged their darker natures and ignored human laws. Aden himself frequently bypassed the human legal system, considering it irrelevant to most vampire affairs.