"Raum, who are they? Are they here for Kelly?" She couldn't leave Kelly in here alone.
He shook his head. "No."
The tallest woman jutted her chin out and ran a tongue over her teeth. Her very pointy teeth. She seemed normal, except for the two fangs in her mouth.
Goose bumps spread over her skin. She could swear she felt those sharp fangs sink into her flesh. O positive. Yikes. How did the vampire know what her blood type was? "I think I'll go wait in the car." What next? Was Santa Claus going to come down the chimney bearing presents?
Raum quickly agreed. "I think it's a good idea. Asmodeus will be out short—"
"I'm not telling you a goddamned thing. My life and practices are none of your goddamned business."
Brianna turned back when she heard Kelly's strangled yell. Though Kelly had screamed those words, it didn't sound very much like her. She sounded as though she were in terrible pain. What were they doing to her? "What the hell is going on?" Brianna tugged her arm out of Raum's grasp and made her way down the hall.
Raum was behind her, but he didn't try to stop her. She listened to Kelly's voice and found the room they were holding her in. Just before she entered the room Asmodeus blocked her way.
"I told you to wait in the car."
"What are you doing to Kelly?"
He stood immobile inside the frame of the door. "The only pain she is experiencing is through her own actions."
What was that supposed to mean? She tried peeking around him, but he continued to block her view.
"Brianna, go back to the car. There is no more to be done here, and I will be finished momentarily."
Kelly laughed from somewhere in the room. The sound sent goose bumps over her skin. "It's you he wants, Brianna. I know that now. It's always been you."
Brianna put her hands on Asmodeus's chest, stood on her tiptoes and tried to look around him. It was futile. He was just too massive. "What are you talking about?" she asked Kelly. "Do not talk to her," Asmodeus warned.
Kelly's voice changed to one with a desperate edge, a whisper of warning. "Brianna, your life is in danger, and Asmodeus is trying his best to keep that information away from you. I need your help. Why won't you help me?"
Before she could respond, Asmodeus picked her up and slung her over his shoulder. He stalked down the hallway and she made no attempt to get out of his hold. Fighting him would have only caused her more embarrassment. As if leaving the house with her ass up in the air, thrown over Asmodeus's shoulder wasn't embarrassing enough.
She couldn't see the reactions of the sluts because her hair obstructed her view. She was sure she didn't want to see their smug faces.
"What is she talking about? Why is my life in danger?" Brianna grunted when Asmodeus adjusted her weight. Kelly couldn't possibly know about the angels, so she must be referring to something else.
"If you listen to Kelly's ramblings you are a fool. I warned you to stay in the car."
He walked out of the house and down the stairs.
Not willing to let the matter drop she asked another question in hopes of an answer. "Do you know what she is referring to? Who wants me?"
When they reached the car he set her down and put his hands on her upper arms, forcing her to face him. "You will get in the car and you will wait for me."
Unwanted tears gathered in her eyes. Her emotions were confusing enough without his constant dismissals. "Why is my best friend saying those things? Why are you treating me like this?"
Instead of answering her he gently cupped her face and lowered his lips to hers. She was too surprised to argue, too surprised to care why he was kissing her. She had so many questions, so many emotions tearing through her mind, she felt like a spinning top in a child's hands.
The kiss started out slow and sweet, but it quickly became rough, a command to comply. His muscled form pressed her against the car, blocking the cold of the night. As his lips possessed hers she could feel the desperation, the utter loneliness that threatened to consume them both.
She'd been jealous of the sluts in the house. Pure female jealousy made her want to mark him for her own, and she did so by bringing her arms around his neck and pulling him closer, opening herself up to him.
His hands fisted in her hair, and she welcomed the pain. She wanted his protection, but she didn't have the sense to ask him for it. She didn't trust his reaction toward her mission, even if she no longer had any intention of carrying it out.
When she felt his arousal, hard against her body, it ignited her own. Wanting to feel more of him, she parted her legs slightly, bringing an arm down and wrapping it around his back.