As long as they were still putting all their hopes on Danni they wouldn't try to hurt her to stop their escape, hopefully. Then again if she took a hit that knocked her out they would think that she was dead and wouldn't come looking for her. It wasn't something that he wanted her to experience, but if it helped with their escape then she'd have to suck it up and deal. In the long run, the pain and terror of being put into a void where only pain and fear could be found was a small price to pay if it bought her some more time.

It wasn't until he downed the last drop of his sixth bag of blood that he realized that something was off. A slow warmth soon spread throughout his body as his skin tingled in awareness. He tried to shake off the odd sensations, but it was useless. His heart raced in his chest and his breathing quickened. His eyes shot down to the empty bag in his hands. He brought the bag up to his face and inhaled deeply. When he didn't smell anything he frowned.

The bagged blood he ingested had been laced with something, what exactly he wasn't sure at the moment, but it was more than obvious that they were up to something. Shit! They needed to get out of here, now.

He took a deep breath as he reached for his foot, praying like hell that whatever they'd laced his blood with wouldn't slow down his healing rate.. If he had to he'd create a distraction for as long as he could so that Danni could escape. Hopefully, she'd have enough sense to go into hiding. Then again, the woman was stubborn, he thought with disgust as his grip tightened around his foot. He took another deep breath to prepare himself for what was to come when Danni's scent hit him.

Ah, shit, he thought as his balls tightened up and the head of his c**k tingled as he caught a hint of feminine scent, a scent he'd been working damn hard to ignore. Not taking Danni when she was practically begging for it had been one of the hardest things he'd ever done, but he hadn't wanted to cross that line, hadn't wanted to let go of the memory of the little girl who used to mean everything to him.

But it had been damn close.

He'd never wanted a woman more than he'd wanted Danni. It wasn't difficult to figure out why. She was beautiful, sexy and while he normally preferred women who were soft and pampered themselves in expensive perfumes and covered their bodies in silk, he couldn't deny the way Danni's no nonsense attitude and toned body left him burning.

He wanted to f**k her so badly that he actually ached with need. He was barely aware of anything else going on around him as her scent intensified, causing his c**k to fill with blood. If he didn't get away from her, he was going to do something stupid like f**k her.

"Are you going to sit here daydreaming or are you going to move your ass?" Danni demanded, breaking through his lust filled haze.

He forced himself to focus on the woman kneeling in front of him. It took him a minute before he realized that she was holding up the broken end of his chain. His eyes shot down to the metal cuff still secured around his leg and the piece of twisted metal link that had once secured the cuff to the chain.

What the hell.......

"I wasn't sure it was going to work, but when I saw you trying to twist the chain off," he had? "I thought I'd give it a shot. I guess two Pytes are better than one," she mused as she stood up only to pause, sniff the air, and frown down at him.

"They drugged the blood," he said through gritted teeth and praying like hell that she'd just let it go.

With a shrug she did just that.

Chapter 18

"Stay behind me, Danni," Caine said, surprising her. Not that she was exactly shocked by his attempt to protect her, she wasn't. What shocked her was his willingness to go along with her plan and escape before she learned to master her new skills and get her strength up. He'd seemed pretty adamant about waiting and truthfully she'd been willing to go along with his plan.

That is until she humiliated herself with that feeding. After that she'd focused all of her time on trying to figure out a way to get out of here and away from him. The compound was out since it probably wouldn't take more than a minute before one of the demons or shifters scented the change in her and alerted the Council.

She might want to beat the shit out of the jerk for aiding in her humiliation, but that didn't mean that she wanted to see him punished and there was absolutely no doubt in her mind that he would be punished for turning her. She didn't know all the details of his probation, but she knew enough to know that the Council would make damn sure that Caine never had the opportunity to create another breed of vampires. She'd heard rumors that they planned on encasing him in cement and dropping him in the deepest, darkest part of the ocean, but up until this point she never truly feared that it would happen.

As long as she stayed away from anyone in league with the Sentinel Council, then Caine would be fine. They would never find out what he did and she could go on with her life, her incredibly long life, she thought with a sigh. It was still weird to go from fearing each day would be her last to knowing that she would never, could never, die. It was going to take some getting used to, but then again she had plenty of time to do that. The only thing that she didn't have at the moment was somewhere to go.

She had no friends outside of the compound, no relatives and the small amount of money that she had wasn't worth taking the risk of someone tracing it, so she was going to have to leave it right where it was. She had absolutely nothing and no one, but that was fine with her. It would take some time, but she'd make up a new life for herself and continue with her purpose.

Actually, thanks to Caine, she'd be more efficient and could make more of a difference in this war against demons, vampires and shifters. It would probably take her some time to master her new abilities and make any real difference, but now that she no longer had to worry if the next day would be her last it wouldn't matter. She could learn new fighting skills, travel the world, and find better weapons and-

Oh shit, she thought as she licked her lips and her eyes zeroed in on the powerful male before her. She felt her ni**les harden against the soft material of the men's shirt that she wore and felt herself go wet between her legs as the scent of his arousal hit her, hard.

Her knees actually shook as she struggled to keep moving forward. The scent was mouthwatering and so much stronger than it had been before. She didn't need a mirror to know that her eyes had gone red and that her fangs had dropped. She ignored Caine's softly spoken curse as he threw a glare over his shoulder at her as if this was somehow her fault.

"I'm just reacting to you!" she pointed out in a harsh whisper even though they both realized that, well, he damn well better realize that this was his fault.

Tags: R.L. Mathewson Pyte/Sentinel Fantasy
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