Blood Rain. Amy Blankenship
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his kidnapper was a fan of big, moody, and broody⦠awesome. In his opinion, that only made this man a bloody idiot.
âIf Ren can siphon power from those around him, then heâs on overload right now since that little magic shop theyâre in happens to be surrounded by demons at the moment,â Vincent pointed out. âThe man didnât seem very stable when you jerked me out of there⦠and I do believe he had every intention of timing me on how long it took me to revive from a broken neck.â
âIt would have taken twenty-five minutes and thirteen seconds to revive,â Storm smirked when Vincentâs face lost all expression. He shrugged, âIt had to have already happened for me to know the right moment to show up. You do seem to know what buttons to press in order to tick Ren off. As for Lacey, sheâs perfectly safe in his presence.â
âSorry if Iâm having trouble believing you mate,â Vincent nearly growled not wanting to waste any more time with this nonsense. Heâd met his share of powerful entities and to his knowledge none of them were capable of reversing time.
âItâs completely up to you what you choose to believe,â Storm shrugged his shoulders knowing what was coming. âIf you agree to join PIT then you will have the opportunity to see for yourself.â
Vincent shook his head, âNot a chance in hell. You can damn well put me right back where you kidnapped me from.â
Storm's expression was haunted and he paid no attention to the quick rejection. âJust because you have been hiding among the demons doesnât erase your true nature. You were once a Knight for one of the most powerful kingdoms in history and have saved many lives. You protected the weak from their oppressors and, even at the time of your true death, you still went down fighting a demon you knew you couldnât beat⦠all because you thought that you were protecting a small defenseless child.â
âHow in the hell would you know about that,â Vincent whispered, as the vivid memory flashed in his mindâs eye.
âMaybe you would better understand if I introduced myself properly,â Storm said, just before vanishing.
Vincent flinched when Storm was suddenly standing right beside him gripping his arm and his scenery had once again changed. To his confusion, they were back in the museum hidden in a shadowed alcove. He swung his gaze around the main room seeing the demons were still getting ready for the auction that obviously hadnât taken place yet.
He instinctively sank deeper into the darkness when David came into the room followed by the same demons that had tortured him⦠he could even see his blood still fresh on their hands.
The museum vanished and the office was suddenly surrounding them again. âMy name is Storm and I am a Time Walker. In order to do a thorough background check on someone, I simply go see the truth for myself.â
Vincentâs lips thinned⦠caught between the need to be amazed and the need to check on Lacey. A Time Walker⦠PIT⦠this city just got a hell of a lot more interesting.
âYou do realize that you are still striving to protect someone weaker than you⦠itâs just your true nature to do so. Letâs make a deal,â Storm offered, feeling no remorse for breaking his own rule about making deals, since neither one of them were demons. âI will go retrieve Lacey right now if you agree to join us. After all⦠she is already a member of PIT and belongs here with us.â
Vincent didnât even bother thinking it over. Honestly⦠at this point, what did he have to lose?
Chapter 2
Ren palmed the small of Lacey's back and pulled her closer, making her heat slide deliciously the rest of the way up his thigh. He ground his erection against her stroking hand and deepened the kiss with a harsh growl, moving in an erotic rhythm that she was willingly matching. Most of the demons had moved on, allowing him to slowly come down off the paranormal power surge but he was unwilling to let her in on that little secret just yet, due to the new high he was caught up in.
Lacey stilled when she realized she was no longer feeling the creepy sensation down her spine that had been caused by the demons outside the window. Remembering the demons had a domino effect on her⦠reminding her of the fact that only a few moments ago, Vincentâs arms had mysteriously disappeared from around her. The scene flashed in her mind making her flinch.
The second she stopped riding his thigh and returning the kiss with such abandon, Ren released her lips and pulled back enough to stare down into her eyes. Seeing the startled look on her face, he lowered his leg, letting her slide down his body until she was standing there trembling, forcing her to hold onto his shoulders for balance.
âI was just trying to calm you down,â Lacey said breathlessly. She silently wished for her own chill pill now that her thighs were once again going up in flames. Trying to distract herself, she peeked around Ren to where Vincent would have been, if he hadnât vanished. âWhere did Vincent go?â
Ren ran a hand through his bangs when it dawned on him that sheâd only kissed him to keep him distracted. He sighed, attempting to block out the fact that Nick and Gypsy were still below them⦠going at it like bunnies. His lips thinned figuring it was the power of PIT members he was still feeding off of, since the demons seemed to have scattered.
âStorm took him,â Ren informed her, as if he couldnât care less.
He refused to move back from her, causing her to have to slide out from between him and the window. He stared at the bloody handprint on the window then moved his gaze from the glass to follow her movements around him.
âTook him where,â Lacey whispered, now that she had her back to him. She felt an almost imperceptible shiver when he stalked up behind her.
Ren dipped his lips close to the shell of her ear and returned the whisper in a husky voice, âI hear Hades is nice this time of the year. Maybe Storm teleported him there for a nice long vacation.â
âHe probably just took him to the castle,â Lacey corrected a little too loudly as she spun around to face him rather than let him do that again. Damn, that had about made her knees buckle. âHe could have given us a teleport too,â she mumbled, feeling her cheeks flame as she wondered if Storm had seen her sexual assault on Ren and decided not to interrupt.
âWhatâs your rush,â Ren asked, not ready to reunite her with her dead lover just yet. He did a bad job of hiding his smirk knowing he could turn that fictional thought into reality as many times as he wanted considering the jerk would be dumb enough to revive every time.
Lacey glanced down at the floor, accidentally getting a lock on Gypsy and Nick again. She felt the heat spread back across her cheeks. âThereâs only one bed here and I think itâs taken. Besides, I want to make sure Vincent is safe.â
âVincentâs just fine,â Storm informed her, having teleported them into the castle office before she even finished her sentence. He was quick to teleport himself over to the desk so he wouldnât be so close to Ren's anger at having been interrupted. It wasn't his fault that Vincent fearlessly stayed within the danger zone.
âTwenty-five minutes and thirteen seconds,â Vincent said, glaring right at Ren.
âWhat?â Ren snapped, feeling his temper spike now that the idiot was back in his sight.
âThatâs how long it takes to revive from a broken neck,â Vincent smirked. âSorry to put a damper on your curiosity.â
âRen wasn't exactly himself,â Lacey said, stepping in between them, but the fact that her back was to Ren made it obvious just whom she was taking up for.
Vincent watched the slow devious smile appear across Ren's lips⦠too bad Lacey