The human frowned at him. “Do I know you?”
He stalked forward, closing the distance between them and clamping his hand over the human’s shoulder. “You and I…we’re going to be very close.”
“I need to get home—I’m supposed to sleep—”
“You’re going to tell me all about the woman named Amber. You’re going to tell me why Leo was after her…and then you’re going to tell me where I can find her.”
But the human yanked out his fake fangs. “Look, buddy, I don’t know anything—”
No, he probably didn’t, if Leo’s compulsion had wiggled into his brain. It was a good thing that Gregory knew how to work around that pesky compulsion. “Wrong answer.” Gregory jerked the human forward and sank his teeth into the fellow’s throat. Unlike the frat boy, he didn’t have fake fangs. His razor sharp teeth sliced deep. The human tried to scream, but Gregory just clamped his hand over the guy’s mouth. He drank deep, taking plenty of that sweet blood. And then, when he was sure his victim was too weak to fight, he pulled his teeth out of the guy’s throat.
“Now let’s try that again,” Gregory murmured. His hand rose from the human’s mouth as he gazed at the fool. He’d just made a blood bond between them. A bond that would shatter Leo’s compulsion. “You will tell me what I want to know…”
Because he’d spent years searching for a tool that he could use against Leo and his asshole brother Luke. And if he’d finally found a weapon in his battle…
I will use her until there is nothing left. I will use her, and the twins will be destroyed.
Leo had applied his mind control magic on the human, but Gregory had just created a blood bond between them. He would get the truth from the human…and if the guy resisted too hard, then Gregory would just fucking kill him.
Why would he care if another human died?
If he had his way…Leo would die, too. Leo…Luke…everyone in his way.
Because Gregory had plans. Big, fucking plans…and it was time for him to take the power that had always been destined to be his.
Chapter Five
Staring was rude. She shouldn’t stare. Amber knew that.
But…something else that was rude? Kidnapping a woman. Handcuffing her with magic.
Stripping in front of her.
So if Cass didn’t want her staring at his awesome ass, then maybe he shouldn’t have handcuffed her in the first place. Or stripped.
So Amber just propped her shoulders against the door frame and stared through the glass shower door at Cass. There was no steam drifting in the air—nothing to block her vision. From what she could tell, the guy had jumped into an ice cold shower.
That was actually a bit flattering.
He was totally naked. He’d even ditched those all-important gloves of his. The water crashed over him. His hands were flattened against the tiled wall, his head tilted down, and his shoulders hunched. He had some seriously broad shoulders—and he had a big, dark tattoo on his right shoulder. What was that, exactly?
She inched a bit closer to him as she tried to make out the design of that tat. The top looked like some kind of long, curving blade and— Amber sucked in a sharp breath. It was a scythe.
Her lips parted. Okay. That was a little scary. But then, Cass was scarier.
He was also sexy. She should not find him sexy. She did. Sometimes, Amber thought she might be too much like Luke. Because she definitely had a dark side.
Cass’s head turned. That bright stare pierced her through the glass.
“It’s not helping.” His voice was a low rumble.
She blinked. “Um, excuse me?”
He moved to fully face her and she realized exactly what wasn’t being helped. The guy was aroused, most impressively aroused, and no, the cold water didn’t seem to be helping his condition.
“I want you.”
She could see that. But Amber spun on her heel, giving him her back. “Not happening, Reaper. Those hands of yours are bare, and if you think I’m in the mood for an up-close and personal dance with death, you need to think again.”
In response, she just heard the water thundering down behind her.
Nervous, Amber kept talking. “Besides, if you’re trying to woo a woman into your bed, kidnapping isn’t a good first step. You probably should try flowers. Chocolate. Definitely chocolate. Not handcuffs. Save that stuff for later, you know? When you find out what kind of kink she likes.”
The water kept pouring down.
Amber risked a glance back at him. His eyes were still on her. Her gaze dropped. Oh, yes, definitely still turned on. She swallowed. “I need to get out of here.” And she stumbled forward but she just got a few inches past the door frame when she was jerked back.
Stupid invisible tie.
Bam.
“I am really hating you right now,” she muttered. Being stuck to him via a five-foot tether sucked.
The water turned off. No more pounding. Just a steady drip, drip, drip of sound. She grabbed a towel and tossed it back at him without looking at his naked body.