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Tawny Taylor Carpe Nocturne 2: Kiss Me, Kill Me - 55 ­
Isabella was probably right. This was a trap. But he was in such misery now, he
didn’t give a damn. If he could just see her. Touch her.
“What’re you going to do?” Isabella asked once he’d cut the car’s engine.
“I’m going to knock on the door and ask him where she is and what the hell he
thinks he’s doing leaving her unprotected. That’s what I’m going to do. And if he’s
lucky, I won’t kick his ass before I leave.”
“This isn’t going to be pretty.” Isabella followed him up the front walk.
“Yeah, but at least he’s been pulled off the case. I doubt Hadrian expected me to
come knocking on his brother’s door, so there won’t be a trap set here. They’re probably
waiting wherever they’ve hidden Sylvie. Dammit, I wish they’d catch the bastard who’s
really committing the murders.”
“You and me both.”
He rang the bell. Within seconds, he saw a shadow pass across the window. He
readied himself for a battle and, senses alert, took a step back from the door. “Watch my
back,” he whispered.
“Got it covered,” Isabella answered.
Miko looked like he’d seen Dracula himself when he opened the front door.
“What the hell are you doing on my porch?”
Burke didn’t give him time to react. He charged at him like a pissed off rhino,
shoving him back until they were both in his living room. Burke held Miko pinned
against the wall. Their noses were nearly touching.
He could smell Sylvie on his skin. In agony, he dragged in several deep breaths.
“Where is she? And what the hell do you think you’re doing abandoning her with no
protection?” he demanded on a growl. He had to give Dvorak credit. For a guy pinned
against a wall by a vampire who could rip him like tissue paper, he was calm, icy cool.
Miko lifted his chin and glared. “What the fuck are you talking about? She’s
safe.”
“If she’s not with you and she’s not with me, she’s not safe.”