Kiss the Night Goodbye (NM 4) by Keri Arthur

Author:Keri Arthur [Arthur, Keri]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fantasy, General, Romance, Paranormal, Fiction
ISBN: 9780345538734
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Published: 2013-10-29T07:00:00+00:00

Michael strode down the street, annoyed at himself as much as with the witch who seemed to know him so well. Damn it! He had better control than this. He’d fed earlier tonight and shouldn’t have needed to feed again for a least another day or so.

But the need for blood thrummed through his veins, and not just any blood. He wanted her blood, wanted to taste the sweet life that flowed under her creamy flesh. His teeth elongated further at the thought, and he swore.

Maybe she was right. Maybe there was a spell on him. There could be no other explanation for the desire that raced through his veins. He’d spent too long denying the darkness to have it raise its head this easily, this quickly.

And if it was some sort of spell, maybe she would know how to stop it.

Darkness swirled around him and pain hit, a blinding jolt that had him stumbling and falling. He shook his head free of the pain and climbed back to his feet. He frowned and tried to catch the trail of his thoughts but couldn’t. His gaze hit the stable. That was where he’d been heading.

He drank his fill from a brown mare, then retreated. He stopped in the street, his gaze sweeping the darkness. The drunken revelry had eased, and though he could see life and movement in a few of the rooms above the various hotels, most of the miners had apparently collapsed into an exhausted and drunken sleep. He couldn’t see the strange blur of energy that was Kinnard. Couldn’t see Dunleavy. But they had to be here, somewhere.

Or did they?

He frowned and glanced under his feet. Maybe the rat was back in his hole.

And maybe his reluctance to search that hole had nothing to do with the desire to wait for the day, and everything to do with the spell the witch insisted lay on him. He’d certainly never worried about cornering a fiend on his own ground before, and he certainly had nothing to lose by doing so now—or did he?

The nagging sense that he did wouldn’t leave him alone. Yet the only one he truly cared about these days was his brother Patrick, and Patrick was still on a ship on his way here to America.

He strode down the street, but his gaze went to the blonde’s house as he came out of Main Street. Light still shone from her window. She wasn’t asleep yet. Part of him wanted to go there and discover what she was up to, but he resisted the temptation. He was here to kill Dunleavy. It was high time he began concentrating on that.

A short time later, he arrived at the trapdoor. The sandy soil was still free of footprints. He wedged his fingers under the wooden hatch, feeling along the edge until he found the catch and released it.

Soil puffed skyward as he dropped the hatch to the ground, revealing a set of stairs leading down into a deeper darkness.

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