God’s Blood! What had he almost done? Chloe looked dazed. Had she felt the needle prick of his fang point before he retracted it? He couldn’t tell. From the passionate way she kissed him—his groin tightened painfully at the memory—he didn’t think she was hurt, but he still asked. “I’m fine,” she answered as he helped her up. Her eyes lingered on his mouth and Gavin wondered if she was going to kiss him again. He was not at all sure he had the will power, Templar training or not, to withstand another onslaught of her deliciously sweet, hot mouth. She took a shuddering breath and looked away. “I’m just not sure what happened. I don’t think motorcycles are allowed on these trails.” He was pretty sure they weren’t either—and he didn’t think those two riders were out to enjoy the park. One of those jerks had tried to pick Chloe up. Had they meant to abduct her? Was it part of Balor’s master plan? Perhaps to hold her hostage to get to Genievre? If she were immortal, Balor would want to know.
