slow motion. I almost missed it, but after you’d asked me if I’d noticed anything strange, well, it was remarkable that a human was able to best that asshole. My suspicion was confirmed. I don’t know what she is, but she’s no human.”
Léopold replayed the video, ignoring Charlotte’s commentary. Second by second the frames passed and he observed how his little rabbit, held tight by the beast, had glanced over to the bar. A knife that had been used to cut lemons and limes sat on the edge. With the naked eye, it would have appeared as if the object had been within her reach. It was only a few inches, hardly enough movement for anyone to notice. But on the slow motion video, it was clear the knife had slid to her. As her hand wrapped around it, she immediately brought it to her assailant’s neck. Locating his carotid artery, she pierced the skin right beneath his ear. If she’d pressed any harder, he’d have bled out, but very smartly, he released her. As she fled, bouncers pounced, taking him to the floor and cuffing him in silver.
“Gotcha.” Léopold smiled at Charlotte.
“You do realize that the witch could have caused it.”
“The witch? The blonde spitfire yelling at the vampire?” He pointed to Avery on the screen.
“Avery Summers. She’s a regular. Belongs to Ilsbeth’s coven. The big guy behind her is Mick Germaine. Warlock. Also runs with Ilsbeth’s witches. From what I’ve seen, they’re a couple. But your little dominatrix-looking girl, she’s new. I’ve never seen her before.”
“Tell me she paid with a credit card. I need a name.”
“Sorry, darling. No name, but I do have a way to find her.”
“No, it would take too long. Besides, I doubt she’d tell you…well, not willingly, anyway.”
“Stop with the games. If you don’t have a card and you haven’t talked to the witch, what’s her name? Do you know how to find her?”
“Ah, do you doubt me?”
Léopold smiled at her. This is why he came to Lady Charlotte.
“Track thirty-five.” Charlotte grinned smugly as Léopold tapped at the screen.
“Well, now, that is surprising.” Léopold licked his lips as his rabbit hopped onto a motorcycle that had been parked across the street and took off like a bat out of hell. Hell. He sighed, shaking his head. She’d piqued his arousal, but damn it all, she’d better not be some kind of fire-breathing demon. She smelled way too good for that. Pulling his mind away from the memory of her scent, Léopold tapped again on the screen, freezing the image of the bike and used his fingers to enlarge the photo until he had a clear shot of the license plate.
“Welcome to my world, mon petit lapin,” he growled. He memorized the numbers; he’d find her by the morning and she’d be his.
Léopold sat in his black Lamborghini outside LT Antiques. The candy-apple-red Harley had been registered to a Laryssa Theriot. Through the painted glass window on Royal Street, he watched a man arranging knick knacks in the window, and he couldn’t help but wonder about his relationship to the girl. Was he an employee? A family member? A husband? The thought of her with another man caused a tick in his jaw. He shook it off, aware that it didn’t matter either way. This afternoon, he’d get answers.
He half wished he’d brought the wolf with him today to help him focus on his target. Last night, he’d reluctantly left him to Lacey, figuring Dimitri needed a little female loving to offset the awkward feeding situation. When he’d left Mordez, he’d given fair warning that not a single hair on his mongrel friend was to be harmed while he was there or there’d be hell to pay; more specifically, death. Lady Charlotte, while powerful in her own right, knew better than to go against his wishes and had guaranteed the wolf’s safety. Dimitri had promised he’d only stay briefly and then go to Logan’s to check on Ava.
As Léopold opened his car door and