He'd kill me. He was seeing what I was seeing, not good at a murder investigation when the vic had been done in by vamps. Her mouth falling away from his as she seemed to half-faint, as if the kiss alone were so intense that she couldn't stay conscious. I wasn't really sure what I was going to do if the sheriff told his man not to let me in.
His fingers traced my naked spine, and I was undone. Jean-Claude lay spooning against Asher's back, one arm over the other man's waist, his hand trailing along the scars on the right side of Asher's body. Reynolds raised Tammy's blusher on her veil to reveal all that carefully made-up beauty. I struggled, I screamed, I fought, and he held me carefully, delicately, but with no doubt that he could have torn me to pieces if he'd wanted to.
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