"By God, woman, you are hard to control.""You better believe it." She pulled against his grip, but couldn't free her wrists.He leaned closer. His breath stirred her hair and feathered her brow. "Aya," he whispered her name like a cool breeze.She shivered. His hypnotic voice tugged at her, lulling her into a sensation of comfort and security.False security. "I won't let you kill me.""I don't want to kill you.""Good. Then let me go."He lowered his head, his breath tickling her throat. "I want you alive. Warm and alive."Another shiver zigzagged through her body. Oh God, he was going to touch her. Maybe even kiss her. She waited, her heart hammering in her chest.His voice whispered in her ear, "I need you."She opened her mouth, then snapped it shut when she realized how close she'd come to saying yes.He moved back,
So much for keeping his raging lust a secret. As far as Malcolm could tell, the lovely mortal in his lap had finally realized the futility of escaping his erection. Each time she succeeded in putting a little space between her head and his crotch, he rose to the challenge and filled the gap.He was a bit amazed himself. He hadn't experienced this much desire in more than a hundred years.Now, instead of bumping against him, Aya was lying very still against his zipper. Her smoky blue eyes were focused on the car's ceiling as if nothing was going on. But the blush on her cheeks and the occasional shudder that rippled down her warm body told him otherwise. She was extremely aware of him. And she knew he wanted her.Malcolm didn't have to read her mind to know this. He could read her body instead. The distinction was new to him, and the result was powerful, fueling his lust to a higher degree."Malcolm?" She glanced at hi
"Tell me you found Aya Mayhem." Stephan glared at four of the best thugs the German mafia had to offer.They avoided looking him in the eye. Cowards, all of them. Stephan had insisted on staying close to the dental clinic in case Aya Mayhem was hiding nearby. These four men had completed their search of nearby alleys and come up empty-handed.Three blocks away, police cars screeched to a halt in front of the ransacked clinic. Their flashing lights bounced off nearby buildings, waking the inhabitants. Mortals ventured onto the street, hoping to see something exciting. Like a dead body.It was a thrill Stephan was usually happy to supply, but tonight, Amor's thugs had screwed up.Incompetent cowards.Stephan strode toward the two black sedans they had moved away from the crime scene before the police could arrive. "She couldn't have just disappeared. She's only a mortal."The four thugs foll
Aya had no doubt Malcolm ruled his house and corporation with well-assured ease. His dark clothing should have looked drab compared to the colorful kilts of the security team, but it only served to make him look more dangerous. More aloof. More bad-boy, mouth-watering sexy.She watched as he nodded at Erling, then focused his golden-brown eyes on her. Once again, she felt the power of his gaze, as if it could imprison her and force the rest of the world beyond her reach. She broke the connection and shifted in her chair to gaze at her empty plate. She wouldn't let him affect her. Liar. Her heart was pounding. A wave of goose bumps was creeping up her arms.He affected her whether she liked it or not."Did you get enough to eat?" his low voice rumbled toward her.She nodded, refusing to look at him."Erling, leave a note for the day shift. They need to keep the kitchen stocked with food for Dr… ?"
Vampires had been using mind control for centuries. It was the only way to seduce mortals into being a willing food source. And it was the only way to erase their memory afterward. Before inventing the formula for artificial blood, Malcolm had used mind control on a nightly basis. He'd never felt any qualms about it. It was a matter of survival. It was normal.These were the facts he'd told himself when he'd led Aya up the stairs to his office. He had nothing to feel guilty about. Once he, Jacob, and Erling took over Aya's mind, he could command her to implant his fang. Then, when the job was done, he could erase her memory of it.Simple. Normal. Then why did he get more frustrated with each flight of stairs? By the time he reached his office, he had serious doubts about this plan. Three vampires ganging up on one mortal?It might be the only way to break through Aya's mental defenses. It might be the only way to get his damned too
"Oh, right. I'm in the Witness Protection Program. I have a team of police officers I'm supposed to contact if I get in trouble, Teddy, Dan, Harry but they weren't there when I called.""Is Aya your real name?"She sighed. "I don't really feel safe saying my real name, My name is Aya Mayhem."He touched her shoulder. "You feel very alive to me."She squeezed her eyes shut. "I lost my family. I can never see them again.""Tell me about them." Malcolm glanced at the clock. Twelve minutes to go.She opened her eyes and gazed, unfocused, into the distance. "I have a two siblings, both younger than me. We were very close, growing up, 'cause all we had was each other. My dad worksfor the government, so we grew up in a lot of foreign countries.""Such as?""Norway, Germany, Poland, Lithuania, Belgium."Malcolm exchanged a glance with Erling.
Stephan couldn't understand how Aya had managed to evade him for years, he was getting rusty.He was tired of working with the German mafia, he needed a new plan.He flipped through the unopened mail on his desk. Electric bill. Gas bill. Here was a stack that was postmarked several weeks ago. He shrugged. What was three weeks when you were more than nine hundred years old? Besides, he hated being connected to the mundane, mortal world.He ripped open the first envelope. Oh, his lucky day. He was eligible for life insurance. Morons. He tossed it into the trash.An ivory envelope caught his eye. Return address— Baaltech Industries. A growl vibrated low in his throat. He had the envelope and contents almost completely torn in two when he paused. Why would that accursed Malcolm Baal send him mail? They weren't even speaking to each other.Stephan removed the card and laid the two halves side by side on his desk.
it was a shame mortals needed so much blasted light to see. Malcolm closed his eyes against the glare of the overhead lamp. He was stretched out flat on his back in the dental office with an infantile bib around his neck. At least, so far, the mind control was working. He could hear Aya moving about with robotlike efficiency. As long as he kept everything calm and controlled, the procedure should be a success. Nothing could be allowed to jolt Aya out of what she thought was a dream."Open." Her voice was quiet and monotone.He felt a sharp prick in his gums. He opened his eyes. She was removing a syringe from his mouth."What was that?""A local anesthetic, so you won't feel any pain."Too late. The shot itself had caused pain. But Malcolm had to admit that dentistry had come a long way since his last encounter with the profession. As a young child, he'd seen the village barber wrenching out people's rotten teeth
Sophie Armsdale came to an abrupt stop inside the lobby of AVC. She could hardly see the black and red decor, the room was so crowded. There had to be over fifty Vamps here, all jabbering with excitement. Good God, were they all seeking employment?Jacob bumped into her from behind. "Sorry," he murmured, his gaze wandering about the room."I didn't expect so many." Her hands trembled as she made sure the combs were still holding back her long hair. She checked her leather portfolio one more time. Her neatly typed résumé was still there, looking the same as it had five minutes ago. How could she compete with so many? Who was she kidding? She would never get this job. The familiar tentacles of panic curled around her, squeezing the air from her lungs. She would never be free. She could never escape."Sophie," Jacob's sharp voice cut through the rising panic. He waited 'til she met his eyes, then he gave her the Look.In
Four months later."Eight-twenty P.M., male Caucasian, five-foot-ten, pounds, mid-twenties, leaving a white Honda Civic," Arthur Lugard murmured into his mini-recorder. He adjusted the telescopic night lens on his binoculars and zoomed in on the subject across the parking lot. The guy didn't appear to be armed. More importantly, he was carrying a king-sized cup of gourmet coffee and a bag of doughnuts. Lucky bastard. Normally, that would be considered… well, normal. But this was the parking lot of the All vampire channel. Nothing was normal here. Especially after sunset.Arthur exchanged his binoculars for a 35-mm camera and took another look at the guy. "Subject is human. He's going in."The guy was taking breakfast inside AVC? Didn't he realize he could be breakfast? A shaft of light cut across the parking lot, then slowly disappeared as the door swung shut. It was dark once more.Arthur had parked his black Ac
It was after midnight when Arthur's cell phone buzzed. By his respectful tone and the way he kept glancing at her, Aya suspected he was talking to her father. She'd been worried all evening about the possibility of a vampire war. Her attempts to contact Malcolm mentally had failed."I understand, sir." Arthur handed his phone to Aya. "Your father wants to talk to you."She lifted the phone to her ear. "Dad?""Aya, I thought I'd let you know what was going on. We have a tap on Stephan's phone, so we heard him talking to Baal.""What's happening? Are they going to war?""Well, it appears Baal was ready for one. He claims to have two hundred warriors.Stephan's been on the phone all evening, ordering his followers to show up. We think he has about fifty at the most."Aya exhaled with relief. "Malcolm has him outnumbered.""Well, not exactly. You see, Baal made a dea
Malcolm dropped the receiver into place and stood."you can not do this," Guisan shouted. "I will not have it."Malcolm placed a hand on his old friend's shoulder. "This is my choice, Guisan. It will save the lives of my friends.""I am the best swordsman among us." Van Nilsen's eyes flashed an icy blue. "I demand to go in your stead. It is my right.""Don't worry, Van Nilsen." Malcolm gripped the Frenchman's shoulder. "You taught me well. Wasn't I the one who delivered the fatal blow to Vladimir?"Van Nilsen scowled at him. "Only because I was watching your back.""You are no' thinking straight," Guisan insisted. "You are too distraught over that Mayhem woman leaving you."Malcolm swallowed hard. Was there any truth to Guisan's claim? If Aya were here, would he be so willing to risk himself? Still, he wasn't trying to kill himself. He certainly planned on winning.
Malcolm woke with his usual sharp and sudden intake of air. His heart lurched in his chest, then settled down to a steady beat. He opened his eyes."Thank God," a voice muttered. "We did not think you'd ever wake up."Malcolm blinked and turned his head toward the voice. Guisan was standing next to his bed, frowning at him. In fact, there were several people crowded around his bed. Van Nilsen, Erling, Edward cafe, Jon, Jacob, and Gustavo."Hey, bro." Jacob smiled. "We were worried about you."Malcolm glanced at Gustavo. "Are you all right?""Yes, sir." The small chemist nodded. "Thanks to you. You can't imagine how relieved I was to wake up in your house."Guisan crossed his arms over his broad chest. "The question is, how are you? I hear you were up and about during the daytime.""Yes." Malcolm sat up and glanced at his bedside clock.God's blood. The sun must have set over an hour ago. "I overslept.""I have ever heard of that happening before," Erling said."Possibly a side effect
Karl grabbed the phone, examined the number, then raised the phone to his cheek. "Who is this?"He frowned at his daughter. "They hung up." He closed the phone and dropped it in his pocket."What's going on, Aya?""Nothing." She swung her purse onto her shoulder in a nonchalant gesture. "I'm ready to go." It didn't matter if her dad had the phone. Malcolm could use any phone in the house to teleport home.And when he got home, Edward Cafe and Jon would be able to explain what had happened to her.Right now, she needed to get these vampire slayers out of the house and away from Malcolm."Shall we?" She moved toward the foyer."Wait." Karl reached out to stop her. "You didn't seem very surprised about vampires." He studied her carefully. "You spent a lot of time at Baal's house. You know what kind of evil creature he is, don't you?""I think we'd better leave before the mafia guys find us."Karl shoved her hair back and examined each side of her neck. "Did that monster bite you?""He's
"Are you sure you want to go in there alone?" Jon asked as he parked down the street from Stephan's house."I won't be alone for long." Aya checked her purse. It was stuffed with lengths of rope for tying up prisoners. She pulled out the cell phone she'd borrowed from Edward Cafe and punched in the newly memorized phone number for Malcolm's house."Cafe," the head of Malcolm's daytime security answered."We're in place. I'm going in.""Good. Keep the line open," Edward warned her in his nasal voice. "Here. Malcolm wants to talk to you.""Be careful," Malcolm warned her."I'll be fine. Jon's here if I need him." Aya opened the car door. "I'm setting the phone in my purse now. See you soon." She propped the open phone on top of everything in her purse.Jon gave her an encouraging nod. She climbed from the car and walked toward Stephan's house.At Baal corporation, she'd given Malcolm another dose of the formula before they teleported to his house.There, with Edward Cafe's advice, they'
The paramedics wheeled her away. Police officers arrived. Flashes lit the room as the crime scene investigators snapped pictures."Damn." Malcolm moved back. "I have to leave.""Why?" Aya asked."I don't think those are digital cameras." Malcolm grabbed Aya's hand and headed for the door.A paramedic stopped beside him. "Sir, you have severe burns. You should come with us.""No, I'm fine.""We'll take you in an ambulance. This way.""I'm not going.""I'm Dr. Mayhem." Aya smiled at the paramedic. "This man is my patient. I'll look after him.Thank you.""Fine. Suit yourself." The paramedic rushed off to join the others."Thank you." Malcolm led her out of the cafeteria. "We'll go to the silver room." He opened a door to the stairwell, and they descended the steps. "This is so aggravating. I really want to see what kind of
Malcolm had made it to the closet and was opening the door.Suddenly a loud blast deafened her. The ground shook. She grabbed at the blinds to steady herself, but they swayed, causing her to stumble. Alarms rang out. And another sound that Aya realized was people screaming."Oh my God." She peeked out the window. In the glare of the morning sun, she spotted a plume of smoke."An explosion?" Malcolm whispered. "Where?""I'm not sure. All I see is smoke." Aya glanced back. He was sagging against the closet door, deathly pale."They timed it this way, so I couldn't do anything."Aya peered through the blinds again. "It's the wing across from us. The cafeteria! Elizabeth was there." She ran to the phone and dialed 911."There… will be many people there." Malcolm pushed away from the door, stumbled forward a few steps, and fell to his knees.When an operator answered,