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Liar.
No. Not this time. She would not underestimate Montague. Her struggles
started anew.
Montague harrumphed as she caught his knee with her toes. Pain
splintered up her foot, her leg. His grip tightened closing her breathing off until
she had no choice be to stop fighting him.
Lucius, take care of the crowd. Devin s demand was short and terse. Get
Charlene and take her home.
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Charlee s heart was pounding so hard it felt like war drums before battle.
She had never felt such hate, such fury before in her lifetime. She glared face
to face at a demon who, instead of matching her rage, gazed down upon her
with regret. He looked almost weary, the tension burrowing his forehead,
causing little wrinkles.
Gone was the blood that had coated his face. Gone were the sharp talons
and fangs. He was as pristine as the moment she had met him earlier this
evening. How could that be?
Still, if Charlee could get her hands around the man s neck, she would kill
him and not think a second thought about it.
Do not fight me, Miss Madison. He attempted to soothe her with his gentle
tone. She felt the pull of his voice ripping her wrath from her. She fought to
hold on to her anger. She needed to destroy Montague. The police would believe
her now. She had witnesses a whole parking lot of them.
Besides if Gloria died, she wouldn t need the police. Montague would be a
dead man, because she d kill him herself.
Her fury was distracted when the oddest thing happened. The cries and
screams that had followed the crowd surrounding them disappeared. People
languidly rambled about looking dazed, their eyes glassy, as if they didn t
understand why they were outside. It was as if they d forgotten that Gloria lay
in a pool of blood. Not to mention that Montague held Charlee trapped within
his arms.
You! Hey you, buddy! Charlee shouted to a man passing by. But the large
man dressed in jeans and a T-shirt continued on, oblivious to her struggles.
Not even Devin or the man he called Lucius came to her rescue.
In fact, Lucius held his hands high in the air, eyes pinned on the crowd.
His expression was intense, as if he were somehow adding to their confusion or
praying to the heavens. Slowly, the people began to drift away. One and then
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another went back to the restaurant, back to their cars until only she, Lucius,
Montague, Devin and Gloria remained.
Let me go, Charlee growled as she wiggled in Montague s embrace, trying
to sense a break in his strength. Fat chance.
Not unless you promise not to attack me. He searched her face looking
for& what? A promise that she would not revenge her friend and Stacy? The
man was a murderer. She would make no promise to such a creature. I see
that you can not give me such a promise.
Hell no. You killed Stacy Benton. You attacked my friend. She may be
dying as we speak. She glanced at Gloria. Devin held her so close it looked like
he was kissing her. Devin, we need an ambulance. Charlee s gaze cut sharply
back to Montague. For a moment, she considered head butting the bastard.
Instead, she put all her energy into breaking his hold. Let me go, you son of a
bitch. His arms tightened around her again, stealing air from her lungs.
Montague trapped her gaze with his own. He said nothing, but she swore
she could see regret in his eyes.
Charlene. It was Lucius who addressed her as Montague loosened his
grip. He sucked in a breath, before he started to explain. It was not Montague
who attacked you or your friend. He nodded to Montague and the man
released her. But not before both of the damn men took a good look at her ass
shining beneath the full moon like one of its own glittering stars. She jerked
the red silk that now looked like wrinkled cotton down over her bottom and
tried to retrieve whatever decency she had left.
I saw him, Charlee insisted, fingers curling into fists, her body tensing
ready to strike.
No, my sister. Your eyes have deceived you. Montague was with us the
entire time. Devin did not would not allow him out of his sight.
Charlee jerked her gaze from one man to the other.
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It is true, Miss Madison. I am not at fault for what happened to your
friend, nor Stacy Benton. Stacy and I shared time together, but I did not harm
her.
It crushed Charlee to see the truth in Montague s eyes, but it was there.
Suspicion raised its ugly head. Perhaps he hired a double to throw her off
track. No. She would not readily erase Montague from her list of suspects.
Actually, her only suspect. There had been a witness who saw Montague with
Stacy before she died.
Yet Montague had been out of the state when Stacy had been killed. He had
proof, people s testimonies that had discredited the witness. The witness must
have been wrong.
Damn. Nothing made sense, because Charlee would have sworn it was
Montague she fought in the parking lot.
This attack was eerily similar in nature. However, she was the witness this
time. And she had seen Montague.
It s time to go. Charlee turned to the sound of Devin s voice. He held
Gloria in his arms. She was pale white. A strangled cry left Charlee s mouth.
Her friend was dead.
No, Charlene, she is resting, but we must hurry I need to put her to
ground& uh, bed.
Although Devin spoke to her mind, she said aloud, She needs a hospital.
We need to call the police.
Thank you, brother. Again Damien s voice invaded her head. There was a
tinge of relief in those three words.
It was my pleasure to secure your lifemate, Damien. After Devin
responded, his gaze jerked to Charlee s, guilt written all over his face.
But why? She was so confused.
Devin, Gloria needs a doctor, a hospital. Odd. But it looked as if Devin
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