Mackenzie McKade Six Feet Under

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rattle clear to her teeth. He is your lifemate. You belong beside him, not
walking the light, getting yourself into trouble. His eyes darkened. His lips
parted, revealing his fangs.
She gasped.
Perhaps I will convert you and save Devin the trouble.
A loud menacing roar filled Charlee s head. Damien released her as if she
were suddenly on fire and took a step backwards. Had he, too, heard Devin s
fury?
When the rumble died, Devin said, Damien. Charlee had never heard a
threat issued so unmistakably clear with one word.
Oui, Damien said aloud as if he spoke on a different path than the three
of them shared. He nodded and had the sense to look contrite, then bowed. Je
suis d�sol�.
Before she could respond to his apology, he disappeared. No good-bye,
nothing, just vanished into thin air.
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In disbelief, she pressed a palm to her mouth. God, what have I got myself
into?
Ma petite, you need your rest. Sleep and we will talk tonight. Devin s
reassuring voice gently stroked her mind as he caressed her body with his
thoughts. She couldn t resist leaning into his invisible touch. Her hand fell to
her side, the comforter tumbling to the floor. The coolness of the air raised the
soft down across her skin.
She felt the press of his lips against her throat, the swirl of his tongue, wet
and warm, lavishing the vein that began to throb and ache. Is what Damien
said true? She arched her neck. God, she needed to touch him, feel him deep
inside her body.
Oui. You and I have spoken of this before. Still you deny destiny.
Moisture gathered between her thighs. The need for him grew stronger as
her breasts became laden with desire. Yes, but will you actually die?
Devin went eerily silent. When he finally spoke, she heard the truth in his
dark tone. I would not wish to live. The evil that you have seen this day would
be me. Again, he became quiet. When he said, I will take my own life before
that happens. Charlee felt his pain deep within her heart.
Devin
Hush, ma petite. I am tired and do not wish to discuss this further. She
hated the resignation she heard. I only wish to retire.
You re not
No. I rose once I sensed our path closed.
Charlee said no more and even allowed the invisible force that nudged her
back to the bed. On her own accord, she crawled beneath the sheets. The
pressure on her lips was only a whisper.
Good night, he said, leaving her alone except for her thoughts.
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Charle s cell phone was going crazy. She sprung from the bed, cool air
caressing her nakedness as she retrieved the small annoyance from the
dresser. With a flip of a finger, she opened it and pressed it to her ear. Nothing.
Another call missed.
Quickly, she punched in the number to receive her messages. There were
four from George Benton. The man was demanding results. In the last
message, he had mentioned something about returning money and finding
another PI.
Dammit. That would be the end of her career. Solving a case the police were
unable to would earn her notoriety. Not to mention, the money was gone. A girl
had to pay her rent and eat. No way would she crawl back to her brothers and
admit failure. They d have her back in Hollywood faster then you could say,
Check please.
Somehow she d give Mr. Benton what he had already paid her to do. It was
time to locate Stacy Benton s killer and even up some old scores. A shiver raced
up her backbone as she thought of James and Gloria and the life they would
now live a life without light, blood for substance, and walking the nights
alone.
Dammit. This was her fault. She had to do something.
Her only lead was Jacque Montague. She knew he held the key. Every nerve
tingle with sensation telling her she was on the right track.
Again, she keyed in a number on her cell phone, but this time she called
Montague.
Not before six o clock, Montague s secretary said over the telephone when
Charlee asked to meet with him.
Bombay club at six o clock tonight then, Charlee repeated to the
secretary. That would be cutting it close. She wanted to meet at five-thirty that
way she could make it back to Devin s house before dark. No way would she
attempt facing the rogue vampire by herself.
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Besides, Devin and Blake would both have her hide if they woke and she
wasn t there.
I ll give him the message, the secretary snapped before she cut the
connection.
Charlee sighed as she jerked on a pair of jeans, a shirt, and her tennis
shoes. It was five now. Hopefully Montague would get the message and be on
time.
No one could say Charlee hadn t learned her lesson. It seemed like every
time she left Devin s house something happened to her. Well, not this time
even in the daylight. She whipped out her cell phone again and punched Jack
Black s number as she took the stairs one at a time, careful not to make any
noise or rouse anyone in Devin s household, including Blake, as she paused at
his door. Poor baby. I bet you re dead tired.
Dead? Not a good choice of word in this company. She tiptoed onward.
She should have thought of her muscleman sooner. Surely, Jack would be
back from Lafayette by now.
As the sharp rings echoed in her ear, she chuckled. He wasn t going to
believe this. Vampires in New Orleans. Now that had to be a surprise.
Hmmm& His sleepy voice came over the telephone.
Get your lazy ass out of bed. I need you, she softly joked, looking both
ways before entering the foyer. She smelled baked bread before she heard Millie
humming as she moved around the kitchen.
Doll? Is that you? Jack s deep, slow Louisiana accent made her smile.
Yeah, she whispered. You ve got ten minutes to meet me at the French
Market.
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