Page 49 of The Vampire's Storm

“I thought you hated humans. Or me,” Brooklyn said, and noticed the lights in the corridor were orange.

Wait...what did that mean again? Ugh, she couldn’t think when the tall, dark, and stupidly handsome huge vampire was nearby.

“I don’t hate you—”

She sighed and stopped walking. “Look Logan, I get it. My race can be cruel and does bad things. Not all of us are like that. But bullying me and stalking me like this are unfair.”

His nostrils flared.

Run, little mouse.

Logan liked her fear. It was feeding his hate and by the look in his eyes, it was turning him on. A lot.

She needed to stay away from him. To be fair, she was trying, but he kept appearing.

“Forget it.” Brooklyn turned to walk away, but he grabbed her arm.

She gasped.

“Relax little mouse, I’m not going to hurt you... today,” Logan purred. “I’ll walk you to the lab.”

“Why?” she whispered, hoping her voice wasn’t shaking.

His eyes held hers, the swirl within them almost hypnotizing her. It was as if he was deciding how to answer. A moment later, he released her arm.

“The orange lights. We’re on alert after a breach on the perimeter. I was asked to see you safely to the lab.”

Oh.

Her eyes widened, and she wondered if that was true.

“Don’t worry. The only person around here who wants to hurt me is you.”

He snorted.

Half a dozen soldiers jogged down the hall and Logan tucked her up against his chest and moved her aside so she didn’t get bowled down.

Damn, he felt so good.

Too good.

Was he made of cocaine?

His muscular arm wrapped around her waist as Brooklyn pressed her eyes closed and drew in a deep breath.

She heard Logan do the same against her hair.

“What scent is that?”

Huh?

“Ah, nothing. I don’t have any perfume on.”

“Shampoo then. Whatever,” Logan replied, and she heard him scent her again.

She hadn’t washed her hair today so it couldn’t be that, but then again vampires had acute senses. Right now, she was more concerned about the fact he was still holding onto her while people were walking past them, staring.

Plus, her panties were not in the same condition as just a few minutes ago. She could feel his abs pressing into her body and Jesus fucking Christ, they were hard and glorious.