I'll Be Slaying You (Night Watch 2)

Not bad at all.

He glared down at her. “I want all that. I want you. Right now, I’m scared because I think you’re about to tell me to get out because from the moment that I came into your life, I’ve just brought you trouble, while you’ve brought me…everything.”

Oh.

He sucked in a breath, and stepped back, releasing her. “I’m not going to force you to stay with me. I couldn’t, even if you weren’t strong enough to kick my ass.”

Her lips wanted to curl. No, she wanted to laugh. For him.

“You want to walk out that door and go back to the life you had before me, then do it.” Simon moved aside. “But know this—you won’t find another man who loves you like I do. And if you do, I might just have to show up and kick his ass.” He yanked a hand through his hair. “If you wind up with that demon bastard, ah, Dee—just don’t.”

Zane.

“We almost slept together once.” The admission came out, probably at the wrong time. She always said the wrong thing.

His eyes closed in a slow blink and his face hardened.

“We’re friends. Thought maybe we could be more.”

His fangs were coming out. A jealous vampire was a dangerous one.

“But we were better friends than anything else. Zane understood me, the anger and pain inside.” Because he had the same brew stirring in him.

“Why didn’t you sleep with the prick?”

“Because I wanted a friend. Needed one, and I never let my lovers get close.” Not even Tony. “Until you.”

That had his eyes widening. “What are you saying?”

So hard. Dee inhaled and took a risk. About time for one. “I’m saying I didn’t count on falling for you, vampire. I knew you were using me. I thought I’d use you, too.” Brutal truth time. They should have that, now. “I couldn’t hurt you physically. You could handle my strength and my bloodlust and me.”

He just watched her. Dark gaze so steady.

“I never counted on falling for you,” she said again, softer now. “That wasn’t part of my plan.” But she’d gone and fallen anyway. “I taste you, too. I want you, always. I want to protect you. Fight for you. I want you in the dark. Even in the light.” Though it seemed like she’d had little light in her life. Maybe that would change now. Who would have thought? It might have taken becoming a vampire to see the sunlight.

And to see that sometimes, the best things could be hiding in the darkness.

Not just monsters.

Men.

“I don’t want to go back to the way things were before.” Cold. Hollow. Pain shadowing her. “I want to try living this time. Really living, and I don’t want to be alone.”

His lips parted. “Don’t tease, babe, just don’t f**kin—”

“You’re not perfect, Simon Chase. We both know you’re a liar and a dirty fighter.” She smiled now. A big, wide smile. For her. For him. “Good thing for you, I am, too.”

Hope lit his face.

When was the last time she’d felt hope? Right now. “I think I love you, vampire.” Loving what she’d feared most.

Had Catalina seen this one coming?

No, she’d just seen death.

Dee shoved that thought from her mind. The sun would rise in less than an hour’s time. The witch had been wrong.

Life. Love—that was what waited for her. Not death.

Not again.

It was time for her to be happy. With her vampire.

Dee let the sheet fall. “You want forever?”

His gaze slipped over her body. Heated.

“Let’s start with right here, this moment, and we’ll let forever come later.” Right now, she wanted him.

Love.

Scary. But she could handle scary. She’d proven that, and she could handle him.

She lifted her hand and offered her palm. “Stay with me?” Love me?

His fingers curled around hers, warm and strong. “Always.”

She had to blink because her eyes were tearing. Silly. “Kiss me.”

His lips brushed hers. A tender caress. She knew he could be tender, with her.

When the knock came at the door, she didn’t turn from him. Dee pulled him closer.

But Simon tensed against her. His tongue slipped over her lips and his head lifted. “Is that…”

She stared up at him. Dawn hadn’t come.

She knew the instant he caught the scent. The same scent that already filled her nose.

Catalina is wrong. Wrong.

But Simon was already spinning away from her. Grabbing her jeans and a shirt and tossing them to her before he turned to the door, fangs bared.

“Since when does evil knock?” She asked him, only half-kidding because a knot was tightening in her belly. This close. She’d come so close to being happy.

Should have known fate would screw her over again.

Dee pulled the shirt over her head and shimmied into the jeans. “Why aren’t they kicking the door down?” And it was them. She could smell ’em. At least five vampires. Six?

You were surrounded. Catalina’s stupid words wouldn’t stop playing in her mind.

Simon shook his head. “I don’t know.”

Not like vampires were into playing nice.

He grabbed their weapons, tossed her a stake, then reached for the door knob.

“Simon!”

A pause, then he glanced back at her. Dee wet her lips and said, “I really do love you.” That regret wouldn’t be with her, no matter what was waiting out there. She’d tell him how she felt.

Like she hadn’t been able to tell her family.

“Why do I still feel like you’re saying good-bye?” His fingers hesitated over the knob.

Because I could be.

No, no, Catalina was wrong. “Do you think our futures are set? That what witches and demons see, those images are the only future we can have?”

“Hell, no,” Simon said immediately. “I don’t give a shit what they see. I know my future.” His stare could have burned a lesser woman. It just made her blood heat. “I’m looking right at her.” He jerked his thumb toward the door. “Once these ass**les out here are gone, I’ll be taking her again, too.”

That sounded like one fine plan. Now if the fear in her belly would just go away.

“Forever, Dee. Forever starts now.”

He yanked open the door.

No one waited outside. Just the odor of the vamps, drifting on the wind. A warning? Had they been trying to scare her?