Deadly Liaisons by Terry Spear Read Free Book Online Page A

under the glare of the exposed 150-watt bulb overhead.
    “Why do you think I’m the murderer?” he asked.
    Her mutinous expression didn’t falter as she crossed her arms under her breasts, her chin tilted up in obstinacy. He couldn’t help staring at her rounded breasts in the form-fitting black turtleneck. The way her nipples began to harden intrigued him. What would it be like to touch them, to hold her breasts, weighing each fleshy mound in the palm of his hand?
    His gaze shifted to her defiant green eyes, the gold star that shot out from the pupil entrancing him. Entrancing him! An ancient vampire who in six hundred and fifty years had only been enchanted once before by a huntress of the elite Special Crimes Unit.
    He hardened his resolve to keep his interest in her strictly business. He wouldn’t permit the kil er vampire to terminate her and create a war between his people and the hunters. Simple as that. “You won’t ignore my questions. When I ask one of you, I expect to be answered, civil y.”
    “You kil ed the police officer and stole the tissue samples,” she accused, her tone icy.
    “The officer was already dead. You’re tired. I venture you wouldn’t stay awake for more than an hour if I shut off the light and al owed you to sleep.” He attempted to read her mind, but a wal surrounded her thoughts, deterring him, irritating him. “But I won’t afford you the opportunity if you don’t answer my questions.”
    “Barbarian.” She spoke the insult with hatred. She hadn’t a clue what barbaric real y meant. Not like what he’d seen during the wars before he was changed. “Let me see the tissue samples,” she ordered.
    “What evidence do you have that suggests I’m the kil er?”
    Her ful pink lips pursed.
    “Wel ? I’m not a patient man. In fact, lack of patience is one of my greatest faults.”
    “Try arrogance.”
    He smiled, not meaning to, but he couldn’t help it when the woman, petite of stature, deprived of sleep, imprisoned against her wil , could stil make a sarcastic comeback.
    “What would it be like to lie with you? Full of vinegar, sparring with me at every turn?”
    Her eyes darkened and widened at the same time.
    In his mind, he quickly readdressed the situation in the warehouse district. Had she been the one who touched his mind with a gentle probe like a sensual caress? A huntress telepath?
    He had to know if she was the one who’d touched him so intimately. “You smell like roses, springtime fresh. Your warm, sweet blood streaming through your veins, begs me to satisfy my growing bloodlust . ”
    Speaking the truth at every turn, he studied her reaction to his mental taunt. He hadn’t fed for two days because of the police kil ings, because it sickened him that one of his kind could stoop so low. For the time being, he couldn’t force himself to take a human’s blood, even though he wouldn’t hurt the donor.
    Her blood pounded wildly in her veins like an aphrodisiac, luring him to take his fil . She tried to remain emotionless, but her cheeks blossomed with color, the tinge of pink spreading to her neck. Her breasts rose with her quickened breath.
    “No woman is immune to me. We’re alone. Why don’t you admit you find me…irresistible?”

    “Arrogance is the only thing that becomes you,” she snapped.
    Hel , she was telepathic. That certainly shed a different light on the situation. “Sleep, wel , huntress.”
    After shutting off the light, he left her alone in the room to contemplate her situation further. Maybe after she slept she’d be more cooperative.
    Shaking his head, he seriously doubted it.
    Upstairs, Daemon poured himself a glass of wine at his bar and stared at the high-ceilinged greatroom, ful of antique mahogany furniture covered in dark brown brocades and velvets that had been in his family for centuries. He contemplated his next move concerning the murdering vampire when the woman screamed from her cel ar prison, interrupting his