The Vampire Hunter by Michele Hauf

Author:Michele Hauf [Michele Hauf]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Vampires
ISBN: 9780373885879
Amazon: B00E1UY31W
Barnesnoble: B00E1UY31W
Goodreads: 18168503
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2014-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

Zoë carefully slid off Kaz’s coat. The twin rows of blades along the collar tabs always gave her caution. When it was placed across the back of the balding velvet easy chair, she stood aside and watched the hunter shed his armor. With a reverent inhale, she felt as if she were witnessing a sacred ritual, the knight setting aside his armaments.

Kaz’s broad shoulders and muscles flexed as he took off the stakes he had hooked at his waist, and the garrote she had borrowed the other day and set them on top of the coat. He may have been on to something when he’d suggested she seek her thrills in other manners. Since indulging in the sensual pleasures with Kaz, she had felt little urge to nick anything from him.

He flashed her a sly smile and shrugged as he shoved a hand in his pocket and pulled out a vial of holy water and a silver cross. A brass key he studied for a moment, then shoved back in the pocket.

The palm-size silver cross clattered onto the coffee table and Zoë had to smile. “I thought vamps were immune to holy objects?”

“Only if they haven’t been baptized. Most created vamps nowadays have been, so the blessed stuff comes in handy. It leaves a wound that will never heal.”

“That sounds awful.”

“It is.” He stood there, palms together, looking over his abandoned arsenal. “But someone has to protect innocent humans from the vampires without a conscience.”

“I’m glad you do what you do, Kaz. No wounds tonight?” she asked.

“Want to check?” He tugged off his shirt and turned to her, giving her a come-here gesture with his fingers.

She snuggled up against the hard warmth of him and ran her fingers down the delicious curves of muscles and skin. Yes, she was glad he did what he did, and that he even existed to stand here in her arms. So hot and hard. Her heartbeats stuttered and she sighed against his skin. He shivered minutely at that hushed breath.

“You feel so fine,” she whispered, her eyes dancing over the brand and then down to his biceps. “I think you’re wound free, but I haven’t checked all places on you.”

“The checking can commence, but...I want to know why you answered the door dressed for seduction. What if it hadn’t been me?”

“I wasn’t expecting anyone else.” She walked backward, leading him by the hand toward the stairs. “I want to show you something.”

The man waggled his eyebrows and followed her up to the second floor where her bedroom door opened to the soft glow of dozens of candles. Yes, she had been hoping upon hope he’d show up at her door tonight. A girl could dream, couldn’t she?

Tonight her dreams would come true.

She led him inside and he stopped at the end of the bed, taking it all in. From the candles on the windowsill, to those along the gray-painted floorboards, they cast a golden shimmer across the simple gray wood furniture and white bedding and window sheers.

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