15

Noah smiled, and it was a cold, terrible thing. None of the sexy, playful vampire I’d been dancing with could be found in his menacing expression. “If you’ve a death wish, Farrell, I’m more than happy to assist with that. If you don’t, I encourage you to walk away. Now. Last warning.”

Kingston looked between the two of us, a muscle feathering wildly in his jaw before he snarled. “I don’t know why I bothered. You’re not worth it.”

“Bothered doing what? Pick a fight?” I snapped.

“Tried to save you.”

I reacted like I’d been slapped. “Save me? This is what saving me looks like? Calling me a whore?”

He ran a hand through his hair, looking frustrated. “Just forget it.”

“No, actually, I think I want you to explain it to me.”

“This guy, the one you’re practically dry humping like a bitch in heat? He’s a monster, Sunday. One of the worst. He’s also the enemy. Or does the fact that you can’t shift mean you’ve lost all loyalty to your kind?”