do they…want me?”
His jaw tensed. His gaze slid toward her then away. “Because I want you.”
Slowed by shock, her response came several moments later. “Then why…didn’t you stay away from me?”
When Dylan glanced at her, his expression was stark. “I couldn’t help myself.”
“I don’t understand. What’s wrong with their faces?”
“They’re vampires.”
Despite her quaking unease, Emmy found that comment amusing. “Like ‘I vant to trink you’re blahd’ vampires? No kidding, what was wrong with them?”
“I’m telling you the truth. They’re changed. Not human.” He swallowed, then said, “They feed on human blood.”
Emmy remembered Dylan’s fetish for biting, and all her senses clamored “danger”. She licked her suddenly dry lips. “You’re like them, aren’t you?”
His eyes narrowed, but his gaze never left the road. “Leave it alone, Emmy.”
She couldn’t. She had to know. “You’re one of them , aren’t you?”
“Fuck!” His fist slammed against the steering wheel. “Yes, Emmy. I’m a vampire.” He shot her an angry glance. “Satisfied?”
“Let me out of the car,” Emmy demanded, her hands scraping the door panel in search of the handle.
“I can’t let you out of my sight, Emmy. It’s not safe.”
“And I’m safe with you? Let me out of the car!” her voice rose, hysteria making it shrill. “Let me out of the goddamned car!”
Dylan’s face hardened, and his hands tightened on the steering wheel. “Settle down, Emmy. It’ll be all right.”
“I want out,” she screamed. She yanked on the door handle and pushed. The door swung outwards and she prepared to jump.
Dylan pulled the steering wheel to the right, and the door slammed closed. Before she could open it again, he’d engaged the safety lock. He had her trapped inside the car.
Emmy flew at him, raining blows at his head. “Let me out! Let me out!”
With the arm nearest her raised to protect his face, he shouted, “For fuck’s sake! Cut it out!”
Emmy was beyond hearing. What she’d seen had frightened her so badly all she wanted to do was run. One of her blows reached beyond his arm, hitting his face.
In an instant, Dylan’s features blurred and stretched, the upper part of his face pushing outward, his teeth lengthening as she watched, finally mute with horror. She shrank against the door.
Dylan roared, his hands still clutching the wheel, but no longer controlling the direction of the vehicle. The car swerved to the left, throwing Emmy hard against the passenger door, and then back to the right, bumping up onto the curb. They hurtled toward a streetlight pole, and Emmy braced herself, closing her eyes.
A loud, animal roar preceded the sickening crunch of metal, shards of glass tinkling against the metal pole. Slowly, Emmy realized they’d come to a halt and Dylan’s upper body was draped across her. His face—his “normal” face—rested on her shoulder. He was breathing.
She shoved him away, determined to slide out of the car while he was unconscious. But the door handle didn’t budge, so she punched the button for the automatic windows.
He stirred, straightening away from her. “Ballocks!” he said, and then groaned, clutching his head.
A whimper escaped her when the window slid down. She reached for her seatbelt latch—
His hand covered her fingers, stopping her from releasing it.
Her gaze darted to his face, dreading the possibility he’d changed again and was ready to rip out her throat.
Instead, a lopsided grin broke across his face. “Hell of a ride, sweetheart.”
Chapter Five
“Are you all right?” Dylan asked, his hand reaching for her face.
She jerked away.
“Still skittish I see.” He looked around them and cursed. “Looks like you have your wish. You’ll have to walk.”
He tried his door, but it too, was impossible to open. Instead, he lowered his window and levered himself out of the car.
As was his habit, he immediately