froze, listening. He moved in front of her,
using his excellent vision to see what danger he’d sensed. Nothing seemed out
of the ordinary. Few people were around at this late hour. Still; there was
danger. He was sure of it. “We must go, Sarah,” he said quietly.
Sarah
tensed, sensing his urgency. “Something’s wrong.”
His
head nodded once. In the next instant, they were back safely in her small
bathroom.
Sarah’s
head was spinning from the transportation. Certainly someone had seen them
appear and disappear like that? “Devlin, what was it?”
“I
don’t know, Sarah. I sensed danger. Someone was watching us—I wasn’t going to
risk you by sticking around and finding out whom or what they might have
wanted,” he explained.
Sarah
paled. “Is this something else I’d have to look forward to?” she asked tightly.
Her head was still spinning and her heart was racing. She backed away from him,
searching his face.
Devlin
ran his hand through his hair in a rare show if exasperation. “No,” he said,
keeping his voice level. “I’ve never sensed it before. I thought it better to
be safe than sorry.”
“Surely
someone saw us appear and disappear.”
He
shook his head. “No, I always plan for that. The people around us simply think
we walked away.”
Her
head was reeling. She needed to sit down. Now. Stumbling, she sat on the vanity
bench. “I just don’t understand any of this. Were we somehow followed? Do you
have an enemy?”
He
realized that she was right. It was animosity he’d felt. Hatred. “Perhaps,” he
allowed. “I need to go. I’ll damn well find out,” he promised. “Don’t leave the
apartment, Sarah. I want you to stay inside until I come back. Promise me.”
She
couldn’t miss the intensity in his voice. “All right. I won’t go anywhere. Do
you think I’m in danger?”
“I
don’t think so, but I’m not taking chances with your safety, Sarah. I need to
know you’re safe.”
Sarah
nodded. “I promise I’ll stay here. You’ll come let me know what’s going on?”
“Yes.
Don’t let anyone in, Sarah. Not until I know what’s going on.”
“I
won’t,” she said again.
Satisfied,
he nodded. He lowered his head and gave her a hard kiss. “Think of me,” he
ordered, then was gone.
Think
of me. As if she had any choice, she thought a little wildly. In the last
twenty-four hours, she’d been across the world and back in the blink of an eye.
She’d let a vampire make love to her in the most decadent of ways.
“What’s
wrong with me?” she asked aloud with a groan.
Still
shaky, she left the bathroom and went out to the bedroom. She changed from the
skirt into a comfortable pair of sweats—and put on a pair of underwear. Remembering
that he still had hers made her flush again.
She’d
never been so wanton. She hadn’t been a virgin, certainly. She was
twenty-seven, after all. There had been men in her life in the past—even ones
she’d thought herself in love with.
None
of them compared on any level with Devlin.
Although
he’d assured her he wasn’t controlling her mind, how could she be sure? She’d
never thought to protest any of the things he’d done with and to her. Not once.
She was still tender from his lovemaking. Even now, her body wanted him.
Just
thinking of him lying over her—his penis deep inside her—made her grow hot and
moist. She wanted him still. Could he control her mind from a distance? Was he
hiding somewhere within the apartment?
She
looked around frantically, and then shook herself. Of course he wasn’t. It was
daylight. He was somewhere dark—of that much she was reasonably sure.
Lord,
but she was tired. She padded to the kitchen and made a pot of coffee. She knew
she’d never be able to sleep until he came back. There were so many questions,
and she needed answers to them.
Sarah
opened her refrigerator and pulled out the makings for a sandwich. She hadn’t
eaten since—she couldn’t remember. Eating was