Jarrod and Az had gone to the left while she and Luke would take the stairs to the right. But Az and Jarrod had been gone two minutes, and still Luke stood, silent and unmoving.Kristen licked her lips. “Are we going to—”“Silence,” Luke snapped. But almost immediately, he reached behind him and grabbed her hand, his thumb stroking the base of her palm as if in apology. From somewhere far off in the building, she heard yelling.“They’ve been spotted,” she whispered.“They haven’t.”He’s on Touch. He’s not . . . The thought trailed off. Well, on Touch he was himself. Even more himself. Dangerous. Deadly. He turned. His mouth skimmed across her jaw. “What are you doing?” she managed.“The blood . . . you.” His hands clawed into her hair, shoved her head back roughly as he kissed a hard line down her neck. “I’m frenzied.”“Oh, for Christ’s sake, get ahold of yourself!” She fought herself free, untangling him. “This is what you get for stealing kisses like a lovesick schoolboy,”
