I curl my hands into fists.
I can’t waste this opportunity.I’m alone in Rogan’s penthouse.If he has any information about the double vamp murder, it’s here somewhere.I must try to sniff it out.
I inhale and let out a slow breath, trying to calm my rapid pulse.The bagged blood fills me, gives me strength, but it’s not what I need.
Nothing will ever sate me like Rogan’s blood.Damn, his scent is still here, and it’s strong.Stronger than in the alley behind the hotel because it’s an enclosed space.Where he lives.Does he change here often?
So much I don’t know.
So much I want to know.
So much I don’t want to want to know.
“Damn it!”I yell out loud.
I leave the kitchen and pace through the penthouse, finding myself in a bathroom.The mirror above the sink tells the tale I try to forget.The image that is still difficult for me to face, even after all these years.
My fangs are descended, and blood streaks my face.
I’m an animal—an animal just like Rogan is.
And animals…
Animals act on instinct.
My instinct tells me there’s something for me to find in this place.
And I’d best hurry before Rogan hauls his furry ass back here.
19
Istumble slightly as I begin to search Rogan’s penthouse.
Get a grip, Hannah. The sooner you find what you’re looking for, the sooner you can leave this place. Leave Victor Rogan.
The thought immobilizes me, and I lean against a wall in the hallway leading to what I presume are bedrooms.
Leave Victor Rogan.
The thought seems so foreign.So quickly he’s become too important to me.I’m a loner.I have sex when I feel like it and then move on.
But Rogan…
He’s almost become…
Almost become a part of me.
Breathe in. Breathe out.My heart is thundering against my sternum, and I can actually hear my own blood pulsing through my body.
“Get a grip,” I say again, this time out loud, as I attempt to grasp the smooth wall holding me up.
A few more moments of deep breaths, and I finally feel able to move.I move away from the wall slowly, mindful of every step.
I know which room is the bedroom.Though I don’t recognize it from my time here before, I know it’s the door that seems to be pulsing with a heartbeat of its own.
I can’t go in there.Not yet.I creep to the door closest to me and open it.
Inside is a black lacquer desk and black leather chairs.The desk is empty.Does he do any work here?Or is this for show?