This one was mere miles from the cemetery they’d been in before the attack occurred. The brothers liked to maintain various homes—none of which could ever be traced to them for they simply did not exist in the world of mortals—for feeding, fucking or whatever else they required. It was easy enough to guess Keane would venture to one of the closer safe houses rather than journey back to the underworld—what they called the cities beneath the cities. He sniffed the air and caught scent of something he wished he hadn’t. The woman. Hannah. His cock tightened. Need slammed through him. He had to take a moment to collect himself before venturing onward. Fear rushed through his veins as he thought about why he’d smell her here of all places, and he burst into the home. Darkness greeted him. He didn’t bother with lights. They were pointless to his kind. Nocturnal by nature, they could see extremely well without any light whatsoever. “Keane?” he called, the tendons straining in his neck as worry continued to wash over him.
