Good God, she'd never seen a more terrifying sneer in her life. A row of perfect white teeth were clamped tightly behind the lips that were peeled back in a feral snarl, pulling the muscles of his lean face into a stark, deadly mask.

It was him - the man she'd found in the mountain cave outside Jicin.

He'd followed her all this way? Evidently so. She'd thought he might be crazy when she saw him earlier that day, but now she was certain. The way he looked at her now, he had to be an utter psychopath.

And he was gunning for her like he meant to tear her apart with his bare hands.

Dylan shrieked; she couldn't hold back her sharp gasp of fear. She ducked away from the exit, pulling a hard left and running, hopefully out of his path. A quick glance backward only made her pulse slam harder.

"Oh, Jesus," she murmured, fright arrowing through her.

It couldn't be him. He couldn't be here looking for her...

But it was him.

And from the knot of terror that was lodged in her throat, she wasn't about to stand around and ask him what he wanted from her.

She raced over to the station security guard and grabbed the man by the arm. "Help, please! Someone's after me." She flung a look over her shoulder, pointing behind her. "He's back there - light trench coat and long dark hair. Please. You have to help me!"

The uniformed Czech frowned, but he must have understood her because he followed her panicked gesture, his narrowed eyes scanning the station. "Where?" he asked, his English thickly accented. "Show me this man. Who is bothering you?"

"I don't know who he is, but he was right behind me. You can't miss him - more than six feet tall, shoulders like a linebacker, dark, dingy hair hanging over his face..."

Feeling safer now, she turned around, ready to confront the lunatic and hopefully watch him be carted off to the local asylum.

Except he wasn't there. Dylan searched the crowds for the big man who would stand out like a rabid, snarling wolf in the center of a herd of milling sheep. There was no sign of him at all. People filed past in ordered calm, nothing out of sorts, no hint of disruption anywhere.

It was as if he'd simply vanished.

"He's got to be here somewhere," she murmured, even though she couldn't find him - not among the throngs entering and leaving the terminal, nor among the station's population of homeless people. "He was right here, I swear. He was coming after me."

She felt like a fool as the security guard's gaze swung back to her and he gave her a polite smile. "Not anymore. You are okay now?"

"Yeah, sure. Okay, I guess," Dylan said, feeling anything but okay.

She cautiously headed for the front entrance of the station. Although it was a beautiful summer night, with clear skies and plenty of people walking through the surrounding park and on the streets leading deeper into the city, Dylan hailed a taxi to take her the few blocks back to her hotel.

She kept telling herself that she must have been imagining things - that she couldn't possibly have seen the man from the mountain cave stalking up behind her in the train station. Still, as she climbed out of the taxi and hurried into the posh lobby of her hotel, her nape continued to prickle with anxiety. The feeling persisted as she stood outside her room door, fumbling with her electronic key card.

As she finally got the door open, a noise behind her made her pause. She glanced around but saw nothing, despite the continued wash of paranoid apprehension that hung over her. She rushed inside like her life depended on it, feeling a startling blast of ice-cold air envelop her in the dark of her room.

"Air conditioner, doofus," she told herself as she reached for the light switch and flipped it on. She had to laugh at her own paranoia, even as she quickly turned all the locks behind her.

She didn't see him until she took a step farther into the dimly lit room.

The man from the mountain cave, the lunatic from the train station, was somehow - impossibly - standing not ten feet from her.

Dylan's mouth dropped open in shock.

And then she screamed.

Chapter Six

Rio closed his hand around the female's open mouth just as the first high note of terror ripped through the room. He'd moved too quickly for her human eyes to track him, employing the same Breed ability he'd used to tail her taxi from the station and follow her up into her hotel room. She'd probably felt him move past her as he had entered ahead of her - registering him only as a sudden draft of chill air - but even now he could tell that her mind was struggling to make sense of what her eyes were seeing.

She twisted her head, attempting to break free of his unrelenting grasp. Another scream formed in the back of her throat and blasted hotly against his palm, but the effort was useless. The hard clamp of Rio's fingers snuffed out all but the barest tremor of her cries.

"Quiet." He held fast, and pinned her with a look that demanded obedience. "Not one more sound, do you understand? I'm not going to hurt you."

Tags: Lara Adrian Midnight Breed Paranormal
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