But she did. She licked at the blood she gathered on her fingertips and snarled, “Don’t think this is it. Sooner or later she’s not going to have one of you to hide behind.” She smiled, a demonic grimace. The blood that clung to her fangs was black in the dim light. “You can bet I’ll be the one who gets to her first.”
She whirled out of the apartment so fast, Claire didn’t even realize it until the hinges snapped on the door. With the slam, the adrenaline leached from her body all at once. She would’ve buckled if Seth hadn’t scooped her into his arms and carried her to the couch.
“Okay, you were right,” she said after he’d laid her down. “She’s pissed.”
Her joke went unnoticed. Seth had taken her right hand and turned it over. His fingertips traced her veins, except…it didn’t feel right. She glanced down and nearly leaped to her feet again.
The medallion from the ring was embedded in the tender skin inside her wrist.
Seth chuckled. “Oh, Antonio, you tricky bastard.”