Kiss of Midnight_ A Midnight Breed Novel - Lara Adrian [678]
Reichen’s restraint was held on a threadbare leash. Inside he churned with the heat of his anger. His bones felt like hot iron rods beneath his skin. His blood raced through his body, liquid fire that seared him from scalp to heels. Every muscle and cell within him screamed for retribution—screamed it with a fury that bordered on nuclear meltdown.
Not here, he warned himself. Not that.
The price would be steep if he gave in to the full mea sure of his rage, and by God, this son of a bitch wasn’t worth it.
Reichen held that explosive part of himself at bay, but the effort came a fraction of a second too late. The fire in him was already swelling, burning through the fragile tethers of his self-control…
The other vampire suddenly lifted his head from where he’d been feeding at the woman’s neck. He drew in a sharp breath through his nose, then grunted, animalistic… alarmed. “Someone is here.”
“What’d you say?” she murmured, still drowsy from his bite as he sealed her wound with his tongue then shoved her away from him. She staggered forward, huffing a couple of choice curses under her breath. The instant her sluggish gaze lit on Reichen, a scream ripped from her throat. “Oh, my God!”
Feeling his eyes smoldering with the amber fire of his rage, his fangs tearing through his gums in readiness of the fight to come, Reichen took a single step out of the shadows.
The woman screamed again, hysteria rising in her wild, panicked eyes. She looked to her companion for protection, but the vampire had no further use of her. With a callous sweep of his hand, he knocked her out of his way and stalked forward. The blow sent her careening to the floor.
“Hans!” she cried. “Oh, God—what’s going on?”
Hissing, the vampire faced his unexpected intruder and crouched into an attack stance. Reichen had only a moment to cast a quick glance at the confused, terrified human.
“Get out of here.” He sent a mental command that unlocked the bedchamber’s doors and swung them open. “Leave, female. Now!”
As she scrambled up from the polished marble beneath her and escaped the room, the Darkhaven vampire leapt into the air in a single, fluid arc of motion. Before his feet could touch down, Reichen launched himself at the bastard.
Their bodies collided, the explosion of Reichen’s forward momentum propelling both of them across the width of the chamber. Fangs huge and gnashing, fierce amber eyes locked on each other in the deadliest kind of malice, together they crashed like a wrecking ball into the far wall.
Bones cracked with the impact, but it wasn’t enough for Reichen.
Not nearly enough.
He threw the struggling, furious Breed male to the floor and pinned him there, one knee crushing his throat.
“Ignorant fool!” roared the vampire, arrogant despite his pain. “Have you any idea who I am?”
“I know who you are—Enforcement Agent Hans Friedrich Waldemar.” Reichen bared his teeth and fangs in a profanity of a smile as he glared down at him. “Don’t tell me you have already forgotten who I am.”
No, he hadn’t forgotten. Recognition flickered behind the pain and fear in Waldemar’s slitted pupils. “Son of a bitch… Andreas Reichen.”
“That’s right.” Reichen held the bastard in a gaze so deadly furious it must have burned to hold it. “What’s the matter, Agent Waldemar? You seem surprised to see me.”
“I—I don’t understand. The attack on the Darkhaven this past summer…” The vampire sucked in a choked breath. “I’d heard no one survived.”
“Almost no one,” Reichen corrected tightly.
And now Waldemar knew why he’d been paid this unexpected visit. There was no mistaking the bleak awareness in the other male’s gaze. Or the stark fear. When he spoke now, his voice shook a bit. “I had nothing to do with it, Andreas. You must believe me