“I’m terribly sorry to interrupt, master, but there is an urgent phone call for you. It’s Bill from the Milwaukee PD. I believe you’ll want to take it, my lord.”
He had minions at police stations all over the country doing his bidding. Unfortunately, this could be important. “Just a fucking minute.”
He drained the girl in record time, dropping her lifeless body on his bed. He rose, wiping the last few drops of her blood from his scarred, hideous face. He opened the door not caring about his nakedness, taking the phone from Rodney. “Get rid of her.” He nodded back toward the bedroom.
“Right away, my lord.”
Xavier stepped into his office, grabbed the phone and barked, “What the fuck is so important that I had to be interrupted?”
“My lord, I have some news I thought you would want to hear immediately. Several days ago, a woman by the name of Kate Martin showed up at the station asking to speak to a detective about the local missing girl, Sarah Hill. What caught my attention was that in her statement, she mentions dreaming of the missing girl. I also think the Midwest Regent Lord was here interviewing her, based on the rumors around the station.”
“Why the fuck am I just hearing about this now?”
“I’m sorry, my lord. I’ve had the last three days off. I called as soon as I found out.”
Xavier tried to rein in his temper. He needed answers. “Who’s the detective that this woman talked to?”
“Detective Mike Thatcher.”
“I want the female. Go to her house and pick her up.”
“Yes, my lord.”
“And Bill…”
“Yes, my lord?”
“If you fail me I will kill you. You’ll be begging for the sweet mercy of death. But only after I fuck, drain and gut your wife and two lovely daughters while you watch, will I grant you your wish.”
He could almost hear the human shitting himself, his fear palpable. Good. It wasn’t an idle threat. In fact, he may do that anyway, and leave the human male alive to live with his anguish. “Y-Yes, my lord.” He disconnected and flung the phone on his desk.
“Fuck!”
Did the dreamwalker know where to find him? He wasn’t going to just sit around, waiting to find out. He hadn’t managed to stay alive these last few centuries by being complacent. Finding her and adding her to his collection was his number one priority. As surprised as he was that she’d gone to the police, unfortunately for Ms. Kate Martin that had been a fatal fucking mistake.
And she would be his shortly. He smiled. His day was looking up.
Chapter 14
Kate
For the last several days, they’d fallen into a similar, comfortable routine. She’d arrive home between 4:30 or 5:00 in the afternoon and Dev would show up around 7:00 in the evening, dinner in hand and stay until she was so tired she couldn’t keep her eyes open any longer. She hadn’t gotten a damn thing done all week and for once, she didn’t care.
It was both a blessing and a curse, though, because…nothing had happened. Absolutely nothing. Not a kiss, not an ass grab, not one salacious suggestion.
Not.
A.
Damn.
Thing.
Well, except for his perfunctory kiss on her forehead at the end of each evening.
And as annoying as that was, it was also confusing, because the sexual tension arched between them like a live wire. His dark eyes were constantly alight with desire for her, and she knew hers reflected the same. He’d tried hiding his perpetual hard on, but not very well. It was difficult to conceal that much manhood behind a tight, body-molding pair of dark blue jeans. And daaaamn if he didn’t rock a pair of denims.
But he’d kept his distance, even choosing to sit on the chair tonight instead of on the couch with her as he’d done the three nights before. She’d almost pouted like a five year old who’d been stuck in the corner for misbehaving.
Out of sheer sexual frustration, she’d darn near answered the door tonight wearing nothing but a towel, which would oh so conveniently blow to the floor when a gust of wind would happen to catch it as she scrambled to close the cold squall out.
She was acting and thinking completely out of character.
The thing was…she liked him. Really liked him. She was drawn to him sexually, yes, but there was far more going on here than just that wanting to get in each other’s pants. She was drawn to his dry humor and his passion and even his innate danger. And he really seemed to want to get to know her as well. Against her better judgment, she could feel herself starting to fall for him. And her mind was in a constant battle over that.
All night she’d waited for him to make a move. Once again…nada. When he left tonight, she’d almost grabbed him by the shirt and hauled him back to her bedroom, where she would have promptly removed every offending article of clothing and rode him hard until they both screamed their pleasure.