His fingers were slick with sweat as he slid it across the panel that secured the vampire’s room. The vampire—Vaughn—would be in there, waiting. The door opened soundlessly. Jamie had his stake in his hand. He wouldn’t hesitate this time. Not even for a second. He’d go in, and he’d make the kill. I won’t be afraid. He’d be just like Dante. Jamie stepped into the room. His gaze scanned to the left. To the right. He didn’t see the vampire. But, the guy had to be there, right? He had to be. “Hellooo . . .” the vampire whispered. He lunged at Jamie. The guy had been on the freaking ceiling. “Heard you . . . coming . . .” His teeth went for Jamie’s throat. “You are not going out there.” There was no way Dante was letting Cassie risk her life. “I can’t let Charles die!” “He won’t. I’ll go drag his ass back inside.” Easy enough. There was no need for Cassie to be at risk. But she was shaking her head at him, sending her dark hair tumbling over her shoulders.
