Cat Devon: The Entity Within

As an indentured vampire, Ronan had had to kill more humans than he wanted. But that was over. He’d worked hard to develop his vampire self-control. That didn’t mean he wasn’t tempted, not only by her artery but also by her curvy body. His afterlife would be much simpler if she just obeyed his compulsion.

He didn’t sense anything different about her from other women he’d come in contact with over the decades. Mind-reading was a talent he’d developed over time, but even that skill was difficult where she was concerned.

He sensed all kinds of strange thoughts in her head. Writing deadlines, cover ideas, iceberg images, a woman in a corset. Whoa. Where had that last one come from? Maybe he’d mistaken Sierra’s earlier appreciative looks at his body. Maybe that wasn’t her thing. Maybe women in corsets were her thing.

Not that it mattered. Sierra’s sexual orientation was irrelevant. She had to go and she had to go now. Ronan needed the house to himself. This was his family’s home, and therefore it was his if he wanted it according to Vampire law. And he wanted it. Badly. The secret to saving his sister’s soul was somewhere in this house.

Besides, the house was located smack-dab in the middle of Vamptown, a Chicago neighborhood inhabited mostly by vampires. This was no place for a human woman, even if she was one with courage and a surprisingly strong stubborn streak.

“She has to go,” Ronan told Damon.

Nodding, Damon stepped closer to Sierra and looked into her eyes. “You need to leave.”

“No way!” She narrowed her eyes, her increasing anger and frustration very evident. “I don’t think you are being an impartial person in this situation. In fact, I want your badge number so I can report you to your superior.”

Frowning, Damon looked at Ronan. His message was clear. Damon hadn’t had any better luck compelling her than Ronan had. Which on the one hand, made Ronan feel like he wasn’t incapable after all. But on the other hand, it meant they were stuck with her for now.

“You two work it out,” Damon abruptly told them before turning on his heel to walk out.

As Head of Security in Vamptown, Damon was no doubt going to check out every detail about Sierra Brennan. Meanwhile, Ronan had a situation to handle.

“What kind of cop are you?” Sierra shouted after Damon.

“He’s the kind with fangs,” Ronan drawled sarcastically. “Welcome to the neighborhood.”

Cat Devon is a pseudonym for an award-winning author. A former librarian and confessed bookaholic, she has a weakness for wickedly sexy vampires, imported dark chocolate, and decadent cupcakes. She and her family live in the Chicago area.

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