Annie Nicholas: Catch

In a soft, husky voice he whispered something in my ear. I didn’t need to understand Portuguese to get the message. The way he held his body close to mine and his fingers lingered on my skin, told me everything.

I took his hand in mine. It felt wrong. Not only did I abandon Rurik, I flirted with another. My lover would never hold it against me if it saved my life, but my gut rolled as I stepped into another man’s arms. I pointed to myself. “Meu nome é Connie.” Then I pointed to him. “Você?”

“Joao.” He pressed his lips to my hand, his gaze never leaving mine. Oh my.

The group swept us farther down the sidewalk away from the beach until we reached the corner of the street. The blue lights blazed above the club and spelled its name— Melt .

I kept checking over my shoulders, trying to find signs of being followed. No vampires in the area as far as I could see. Not even the one I hoped for.

Maybe I escaped. Hope fluttered in my heart like a baby bird on its maiden flight. I wanted so desperately to run back to my hotel room and find Rurik sitting in our bed only to ask, “What took you so long?”

Deep down inside, I knew they were watching my every move, waiting for me to make a mistake and lose my company. They required only a second to reclaim me.

My escort slipped his arm around my waist as we waited in line to enter the club. He drew little circles on the silk of my red dress with his index finger on my lower abdomen.

The tingles of this action kept distracting me from my search. Shame tore apart my soul.

His touch should burn like acid, not soothe. He led me through the door and followed his friends into the crowded club.

Wide shoulders, tall backs and large chests blocked my view while we walked down a narrow hall. Claustrophobia seized me and I crushed myself against Joao. At times like this, I hated being short.

He took the opportunity to allow his hand to slip lower and rest on my ass. I used to play games like this when I worked for Colby as bait, but I wasn’t in love then. It took all my survival instincts to leave the hand alone. If I rejected him now, he might leave, then it would open season for Rabbit.

The dance floor, to my left, overflowed with people and looked like a good place to hide. Joao didn’t want to go that way. He steered me to the bar instead, in a nice secluded corner. I spotted a familiar blond man leaning to speak with the bartender and dug my heels into the floor. Blondie, the vampire who wanted his turn with me once the Nosferatu was finished.

Joao glanced at me over his shoulder and cocked his head. It was a sin for a man to have such thick lashes. They framed his bright green eyes.

Stalling for time, I threw myself into his arms. What should I do? I had six more hours until dawn, a missing boyfriend and vamps had followed me into the bar. People surrounded me but if no one paid attention, like on the beach, I may as well be alone. I needed Joao and his friends.

He leaned his face close to mine as he entwined our bodies and spoke soft words into my ear. I didn’t understand them and didn’t care.

The hunter stared at me from across the room and waggled his fingers in greeting.

Yeah, yeah, I see you, buddy.

My date swayed us to the music. The slow, gentle beat plucked my heartstrings.

Feeling scared and small, I ran my hands up his back and rested my head on his shoulder.

He made a poor substitute for Rurik.

Developing plans were not my forte. I was a wing-it kind of girl. When my wandering hands brushed over Joao’s cell phone in his back pocket I grinned. An idea popped into my head. It was better than sitting here waiting to get caught.

Without asking permission, I slipped it out of his pocket and dialed.

Joao gestured to his phone and flung a string of Portuguese in my direction.

I placed a quick kiss on his lips to shut him up as the call connected and rang on the other end. The loud music made it difficult to hear so I stuck my finger in the other ear.

Blondie disappeared from the bar when I glanced to check on him but a blond male stood by a table with his back to me not fifteen feet away. I squinted in the dim light. He seemed too stocky to be the hunter. I held my breath as another one walked toward us holding drinks. He drew closer and I finally released it when I didn’t recognize him. Then something tickled between my shoulder blades. I swung around and pressed my back to Joao. No one stood behind me. Sweat beaded my skin and trickled between my breasts.

“Hello?”

The man’s voice on the other end startled me. In my search for Blondie I forgot who I called for a split second. “Colby, they jumped me coming out of the hotel. I’m in deep shit.” I shouted the words so he could hear me and didn’t care who listened, most didn’t understand English anyway.

“Who jumped you?”

“Vampires. I’m at the club Melt down the street. They’re in here with me and they’re circling.” A touch on my shoulder made me yelp and spin. Joao raised his hands and quirked an eyebrow at me.

“Whatever happens, Connie, keep the phone near you. I’ll track—” A high-pitched ringing cut out all sound, the lights went on and the music shut off.

Someone tripped the fire alarm. It caused the crowd to surge to the exit as if one entity. I turned in a slow circle as I got trapped in the tide of bodies. My breath came in short gasps.

Joao was gone.

Did they get him? Maybe he dumped me. Then why would he leave his expensive looking cell phone in my hands? “Joao?” I cried out his name again over the heads of those around me. No one answered. The front door came into view. People streamed out of the building, their momentum dragged me out as well.

Exposed under the open night sky, I stood with my back to the building. The insistent ringing alarm made it hard to hear. I clutched the phone to my chest and scanned the area, hoping against all odds to see a familiar face. The crowd thinned as people found other paths to follow.

Odds were the vampires would get me.

Tears burned behind my eyelids and I stomped my foot. The heel on my shoe snapped and I stumbled to the right. “Fucking great!” I bent and picked up the broken piece of cheap crap. When I rose, my heart skidded to a halt.

Rurik stood across the street. I had a good view of his profile as he gazed down the road away from where I stood. As I opened my mouth to call him, a hand clamped over my lips.

“Shh,” a deep voice whispered in my ear. The steel clad strength that held me hinted at what snagged me.

Someone finally shut off the fire alarm and silence fell over the area for a split second.

Fear tore out any reasoning I had left and I twisted my shoulders to elbow him in the gut. A sharp electric pain of bone hitting a rock solid mass elicited my cry.

“If he sees you and tries to intervene again, I’ll be forced to kill him,” my captor warned as he directed me to retreat with him into a narrow, dark alley. He came around to face me with preternatural grace and his gaze traced from my head to my toes. “I don’t understand all the fuss.”

It wasn’t Blondie, it was worse. “Luckard.” His name fell from my lips. The Nosferatu.

If he wanted me to be frightened, he got it. I couldn’t help that, but I refused to cower, I’d dealt with his kind before. The more I showed my fear, the happier he’d be, and I wasn’t placed on this earth for his pleasure.

I forced my legs to stop trembling, crossed my arms over my chest and then ran my glare from his dirty, worn running shoes to his bald head.

He grinned, exposing his sharp canines. The dude didn’t need to work the scary angle so much, it came naturally to him.

I opened my mouth to explain the skill of understatement when something slammed into my mental shield. It beat my mind like a battering ram. My vision tunneled with the onslaught.