Blood's Fury (Deadly Beauties 1)

Then suddenly I'm released when the night stalker is launched backwards by some invisible force.

Oh thank you, Frankie.

I throw my arms out, sending out my own attack as several of the others fall to their backs, digging up the once dormant ground. Between dodging their desperate hands and fighting off their lunges, my eyes scour the surface for Frankie, but with all the blurring nonsense, I can't find him.

"Get me the hell out of here!" I plead, my attacks still coming out fluently.

The ground shakes beneath me as all of the night stalkers are tossed back at once, and my breath leaves when arms appear around me, vaporizing me with the invisible savior I now know isn't Frankie.

Frankie can't vaporize me.

I turn my body as we move too fast, and my legs wrap around a waist as I cling on for dear life. The dizziness and nausea sets in, but before I have to vomit, I feel the seat of a car and the slamming of a door.

Gage pops in beside me, and the little black car we're in suddenly charges into the night, racing through the winding roads.

Shit, shit, shit. He saved me. Now what?

His eyes study the road, but his ghost of a smile tells me he's waiting for some form of gratitude. He's enjoying this far too much. After I blasted his entire race for being nothing but dark - hence the name dark users - he saved me.

"Thank you," I mumble, quickly looking away as soon as his smile tries to twitch up more.

"I'm sorry, what did you say? My vicious, unforgiving, and merciless killer ears couldn't hear."

Crap. Jackass.

"I said, thank you. You saved my life," I humbly mumble, choking on crow.

I refuse to look at him, but I can feel his taunting smile.

"You're welcome. Now, can you accept the fact things are not black and white? You obviously think a changer can be good, and they really do kill for blood."

This time I turn to eye him suspiciously.

"You've been spying on me, haven't you?"

He shrugs, not finding that to be the invasion of privacy I do.

"I've had to. You apparently trust anyone with a pretty smile, and there are a lot of pretty smiles with deadly fangs behind them. If you're to be of any use to me, you have to stay alive."

Crossing my arms over my chest, I glare at him.

"I don't trust every pretty smile. I don't trust yours," I growl, and his eyes light up as he turns to me with his far too sexy smirk, as if he's mocking me.

I hate hot immortals… all immortal males.

"Despite my title as a dark user, you came out with me tonight, and you didn't even know my name. You trusted my smile, you just didn't like it when I told you the truth."

If I knew it would do a bit of good, I'd slap him for that.

"You just barked at me earlier, calling me naïve, spoiled… and… and something else. I think you're just as judgmental as I am. And, I never trusted you. I'm just desperate to find my mother. Thad has been there for me enough to prove himself."

He lets a laugh out, and then he shakes his head.

"You barely know the guy. Thad just tells you what you want to hear, and he constantly flirts with you, flashing his pretty smile for you to dissolve when you see it. If you're not naïve, then please tell me what you are."

Asshole - him, not me.

I refuse to say anything else. He's just going to twist my words around no matter what I say.