Night's Kiss by Ashley Amanda

Author:Ashley, Amanda [Ashley, Amanda]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, azw3
Tags: Romance, Paranormal, Fiction
ISBN: 9781420104387
Publisher: Zebra
Published: 2005-02-02T08:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 13

The atmosphere in the car on the ride home was so cold Roshan wouldn't have been surprised to see frost forming on the inside of the windshield. He and Brenna had left the club shortly after Brenna's dance with Anthony Loken. She had not spoken a word to him since then.

Now she sat beside him, her back rigid as she stared out the side window, apparently watching the rain.

Women! Was there ever a man on the planet, mortal or otherwise, who understood them? He had warned her against the warlock for her own good. Dark power and negative energy radiated from the man. He was surprised that Brenna hadn't sensed it. Either Loken practiced black magick or he possessed some other dark power. Was it possible that the warlock was a vampire as well as a witch? It seemed unlikely, since Brenna had seen the man in the bookstore in the middle of the day. If Anthony Loken was indeed a vampire, then he was one of the Ancients. Only the oldest of the undead were able to hide their true nature from others of their kind, or walk in the sun's light without fear.

Anger and a growing sense of frustration roared through Roshan. His foot grew heavy on the gas pedal. The car increased speed. Forty miles an hour. Fifty. Sixty.

He glanced at Brenna out of the corner of his eye. She was sitting very straight, her eyes wide, her feet braced against the floorboard. One slender hand clutched the edge of her seat, the other was fisted around the door handle.

He nudged the Ferrari to sixty-five and then goosed it up to seventy.

Flashing lights appeared in the rearview mirror, accompanied by the wail of a siren.

Muttering an oath, Roshan slowed the car, pulled off the road, and rolled down the window.

Moments later, a police officer shrouded in a yellow slicker stood beside the window, flashlight in hand.

"May I see your driver's license, sir?" the officer asked, shining the light in Roshan's face, and then Brenna's.

With a nod, Roshan reached for his wallet Withdrawing his license, he handed it to the officer, then captured the man's gaze with his. "I wasn't speeding, was I?"

The officer, a clean-shaven man in his late twenties, shook his head. "No, sir, of course not."

"So I can go?"

"Of course." The officer returned his license. "Have a pleasant evening, Mr. DeLongpre."

"Thank you, Officer Miller. Good evening."

With a friendly wave of his hand, the officer returned to his patrol car.

Tossing his license and his wallet on the dashboard, Roshan put the car in gear, checked the rearview mirror, and pulled onto the road.

"I guess you do not get many tickets," Brenna said, disapproval heavy in her voice.

He glanced at her, one brow arched. "Are you speaking to me now?"

"Are you trying to get us killed?" she demanded. "Or should I say trying to get me killed?"

She was right. He was behaving like an empty-headed lout. While he would likely survive any accident save for one that drained him of so much blood he could not recover, Brenna could easily be killed.

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