jamb.
She gasped in fear because he stood no chance against the obsessed vampire. Sheâd tried to save him by turning him, but sheâd only made him more vulnerable.
âNo!â she screamed again as she rushed at Roger. She caught him around the waist and dragged him away from the bedroom, back across the living room. He pulled at her arms, trying to free himself from her grasp. But she was strong. She wasnât powerless anymore.
Cursing her, he swung his elbow into her side.
Her breath rushed out in a gasp of pain, but she didnât let go. As they struggled, they fell into her paintings. Wood splintered as the frames around the canvases cracked beneath their weight.
âGet out!â Liam shouted, drawing their attention back to him. But he wasnât looking at the intruder; he was staring at her. âGet out!â
She shook her head. âNoâ¦â Had he overheard the lies sheâd told in order to protect him? And, worse yet, had he believed them?
Roger laughed at her confusion and took advantage of her distraction to pull free of her grasp. âHe doesnât want you around, Jennifer. He doesnât realize yet that heâs the one who needs to go. But he will.â He surged to his feet then into the air, flying at Liam full force.
Her heart beating with fear and dread and the love sheâd only just realized for Liam, she screamed in horror as the two men connected. Liam, in his weakened state, was no match for the vampireâs strength. The two bodies fell to the floor, Roger lying atop him. But neither moved.
Rage, even fiercer than the rage sheâd felt when sheâd come upon Liam threatening her sister in the alley, overwhelmed her. Maybe sheâd somehow instinctively known that Eve hadnât been in any real danger. But nowâ¦
Red heat blurring her vision, she vaulted to her feet and flew across the length of her living room. She clawed at Rogerâs back, dragging him to his feet. She whirled him toward her, ready to pummel him, but his body was limp. Blood gushed from around the stake impaled in his heart.
Eternity had ended for Roger Milliken; he was dead.
âLiam!â She dropped the vampire and turned back to her lover. He lay yet on the floor, that strange gun clutched in his hands. He might not have been strong enough yet to fight Roger, but heâd been strong enough to pull the trigger. âAre you all right? Did he hurt you?â
He shook his head. âNo. Is heâ¦?â
She nodded. âYes. Iâll call the doctor.â
âTo resurrect him?â he asked, his light blue eyes widening with horror.
âI donât think even Dr. Davison could save him, and when he learns what Roger did, he wouldnât want to. Iâm going to call him to check you out,â she said, as yet again tears of relief and apprehension stung her eyes. Roger hadnât harmed him, but she was afraid that she had. âYouâre not well. I didnât do it right.â
âIâm getting stronger,â he said. And as if to prove the point, he stood up. But he staggered and leaned against the doorjamb again.
âYouâre not well,â she repeated. âYou need to see the doctor.â Her hand shaking, she reached for the phone. âHeâll take care of youâ¦and Rogerâs body. Heâll dispose of it.â She shuddered at the thought, at the incinerator that disposed of vampire remains so that the societyâs secret was protected. She quickly placed the call, summoning the surgeon to her apartment. âHeâs on the way.â
âYou need to leave,â Liam said, as he had earlier, with the same amount of coldness and resolution.
And she had the answer to the question sheâd asked herself earlier. He had believed the lies sheâd told Roger. Liam didnât trust that she hadnât tried to kill him. âI need to stay and explain what happened to Dr.
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