For the first time, he had Luke’s balls in a vise, and he intended to milk this particular situation for all it was worth. He’d been allowed entrance through the security gate, and now he waited impatiently on the front porch. He rang the bell again, then gave the door a slap with the heel of his hand for good measure. Half a second later, the door swung open, and he found himself staring up at Lucius Dragos’s massive form. “We need to talk.” For a moment, Luke simply stood in the doorway, as if taking Tariq’s measure. Then Tariq saw the vampire smile, thin and dangerous and dripping with malice. “You imprisoned my wife.” Tariq lifted his chin, forced himself to be calm. “With cause.” “Of course. With cause. Much like the cause I now have to rip your fucking head off.” “Do not threaten me,” Tariq said, anger mixing with enough fear to give a hard edge to his voice. “She helped a prisoner escape, and now she’s paying the price.” For a long moment, Luke only looked at him, hate hard in those amber eyes.
