SEDUCTIVE SUPERNATURALS: 12 Tales of Shapeshifters, Vampires & Sexy Spirits (95 page)

The woman from the pub had been a spontaneous kill. In truth, he hadn’t even been hungry, but after discovering the Night Walker inside Juliana’s florist shop, he’d walked away agitated. Only two things released his aggressions: killing and sex

The woman from the pub had helped him with both.

He’d come through her doors for a pint to collect his thoughts, but he hadn’t been able to help overhearing her talking to an old man at the bar about her cousin, Juliana. It had seemed Colin, the outlander, was taking
his
Juliana on a date.

His.
Due to her hearing loss, Juliana was immune to Benedict’s hypnotic voice. She was a rare challenge. A chance to win a prize without using his powers. This woman would love him of her own accord. He’d gained her trust through short visits in her shop, visits he had come to look forward to. She’d seemed to enjoy his company, as well, and not because she was under his spell. He’d earned her affection on his own merits. Talking to her had become a bright spot in his days.

And now the Night Walker had swooped in to steal her from him.

When he’d left the pub with Juliana’s cousin, his intention had been to have sex with her to relieve his frustrations. That was all. But while he’d sated his appetite for physical pleasure, a plot had formed, a beautiful way to wound the Night Walker, and at the same time, turn Juliana against Colin.

He’d shifted his form and carried her cousin to a watery grave. A murder he would lead Juliana to believe Colin had committed.

Folding his newspaper, he threw away his coffee and stepped into the sun. Time to set his plan in motion.

* * *

Her dream left her so dazed that she almost didn’t notice Colin was gone. Almost. She sipped her tea at the table, rereading the note he’d left:

Please forgive me for leaving before you woke. I did not want to disrupt your dreams. I have business to take care of at the farm today, but I need to speak with you about Muriel’s disappearance, and… My angel, there is so much I need to tell you. Tonight. Wait up for me, and please be careful.

All my heart,

Colin

Muriel. She closed her eyes, sending up a prayer for her cousin’s safety. With a sigh, she read the note again. She had plenty to tell Colin, too, about her dreams. Again, he’d slipped away before she could warn him.

But after last night’s dream, she was fairly certain the banshee’s call was for her and her alone. Colin and Benedict hadn’t haunted this dream, just her spirit, surrendering to an angry ocean.

Taking another sip of tea, she forced the vision from her mind and focused on Colin’s note again. She tried not to obsess over the words
my angel
and
all my heart
, reminding herself that she only met him a few days ago. But after the intensity of their union, she was starting to believe her grandmother’s old stories about the heart recognizing its true mate right away.

How else could she explain the depth of emotions she’d experienced in his arms, the honesty in his eyes when he’d bared his scars? In turn, she’d trusted him with her voice, and he’d freed her of her inhibitions. She’d never experienced such a deep emotional connection. Ever.

Outside, birds fluttered past her window to their feeder, oblivious to the sudden changes in her life. The world appeared unchanged, but she would never be the same. Juliana folded the note and tucked it into her apron, praying for a busy day in the shop; otherwise she’d be a prisoner of the clock—again—waiting for the sun to go down. Waiting to hear from Colin.

The morning rushed by with bouquet purchases and a get-well floral arrangement. Phone orders came to her through a service that took the verbal sales and then emailed them to her to be fulfilled. It wasn’t ideal, but she was grateful for the work. Busy hands calmed her mind from her worry for Muriel and Colin. She practiced how she would tell him about her dreams so he would understand the danger instead of deciding she was insane. Tricky.

As the afternoon passed by, the shadows lengthened outside. The shop door opened, pulling her from her thoughts. She looked up and smiled at the familiar face.

Benedict! You’re early.

He grinned and gave a playful bow, keeping his face turned upward so she could watch his lips. “And you, my lady, are a sight for sore eyes. You look lovely today.”

Her skin flushed. Could she still be glowing from her evening with Colin? For once she was grateful for the need to write out her conversation. It gave her something else to focus on.

Thank you. What can I get you today?

He glanced at her note and sobered. He moved closer to the counter. “Actually, that’s why I came by early. I’m worried about you.”

Worried?
She frowned.
Why?

“I heard your cousin went missing. Muriel? She owned a pub, right?”

Word traveled fast. She sighed.
The police think she ran away with a man she met on the Internet.

“But you don’t.”

She shook her head.
One of the regulars saw him with her. He’d never seen him before. If Muriel had met a handsome man, she wouldn’t have been able to keep him a secret. I would’ve known, and she would’ve brought him around the pub to show him off.

Benedict placed a large hand over hers, giving it a gentle squeeze. “You might be right. That’s why I came to warn you.”

Warn me?
Her dream popped back into her head, and she realized she should probably warn him, too. There was a good chance he wouldn’t believe her, but she had to try.

“I came by last night, but you had a gentleman at the counter. It was near closing so I didn’t come inside. I didn’t want to keep you late.” He paused. She raised her gaze from his lips. Concern lined his dark eyes. “Later, when I was leaving a restaurant, I saw that same gentleman from your shop walking with a woman with blond, curly hair. After hearing about your cousin, I realized the resemblance.”

Juliana shook her head, writing frantically.
That’s impossible. Colin was with me.

“Did he leave you to search for her?”

Her blood chilled. She nodded slowly, remembering Colin’s note. He had something to tell her about Muriel.

“This is going to sound crazy.” Benedict sighed. “But that man you were with last night, he isn’t what he seems. I…” He shook his head.

You know Colin?

“I know
of
him.” His eyes narrowed. “You will need to see him in action to believe it.”

In action?
She wrote, pausing. What was he talking about?
On the farm?

“No, he doesn’t hunt there.”

Colin hadn’t mentioned being a hunter. Of course, she hadn’t spent much time with him to find out what he did when he wasn’t shearing sheep.

Benedict held out his hand. “Let me buy you an early dinner and I’ll show you what mean. If I’m wrong about your new friend, no harm done, but if I’m right, I want you to be safe.”

Colin’s note also warned her to be safe. She reached up to grasp the Celtic triangle pendant around her neck, tracing the knot with her fingertip. The banshee in her dream had called for her. A warning, not an inescapable omen.

She stared at Benedict’s hand. He was mistaken about Colin. He would have told her if he’d seen Muriel. Benedict had to be mistaken.

Plus, Muriel didn’t leave the pub with Colin. He’d been at dinner with Juliana when Muriel had vanished. But if he’d freed her from her abductor later…

What was she thinking? The man who’d bared his scars to her and admitted he wanted to protect her would never have harmed Muriel. He’d come to her upset, needing healing. There was no way he’d do something like that.

Benedict waited patiently. He’d never given her any reason for concern. She’d been alone with him in her shop more times than she could count. What could a bite to eat hurt? They’d be in a public place, and after they found Colin, he’d explain what happened to her and Benedict both.

She didn’t take his hand. She picked up her pen again.
Give me a few minutes to put the flowers away and lock up.

He smiled and stepped out of the way, but something in his eyes unsettled her. There was a trace of smugness in his smile, like he’d won something. As she lifted buckets into the refrigerators, she also slid her pepper spray and the utility knife from her apron pocket into her jeans. Other than casual chats in her store, she didn’t know Benedict at all.

It never hurt to be cautious.

Night Angel: Chapter Eight

She was beauty in motion. The blossoms paled in the presence of her smile. Benedict glanced at his watch. For his plan to work, he needed to be sure he had Juliana out before sunset. He was betting Colin would hunt before he went to see her. The Night Walker’s skin was cold without an influx of fresh blood.

Benedict was well aware of Colin’s penchant for criminals and shady businessmen by the docks. If Juliana witnessed him feeding, saw his fangs for herself, she’d understand that below the skin, the Night Walker was truly a monster.

She’d run to Benedict’s arms for comfort.

She would be his.

If the Night Walker didn’t leave Ireland, then Benedict would relish taking everything from him, almost as much as he would enjoy killing the Mayan god himself.

If he could figure out how.

Juliana stood before him, breaking his train of thought.

He smiled. “Ready to go?”

She nodded and led him out. After setting the alarm and locking up, she made a note on her pad.
Where to?

“There’s a great restaurant on the waterfront near the docks. Their Bangers and Mash is amazing.”

Sounds good.

He offered his arm, but she pretended not to notice, fiddling with her pen and pad and walking ahead of him. He ground his teeth. The damned Night Walker had already charmed
his
Irish rose. He matched her step. If the filthy Mayan had touched her, he’d rip his arms off. And then he’d give Juliana a lesson in loyalty.

The restaurant was a good six blocks from her shop. Since she couldn’t write and walk at the same time, Benedict lost himself in the swell of revenge brewing in his gut. With the restaurant finally in sight, he pointed it out and guided her to the door.

After they were seated, he ordered for them both. For his plan to work, he’d need to lure the Night Walker in and catch him in the act. Inebriated men, hungry for extra money, were exactly what he needed.

Benedict reached for his silent cell phone and frowned. “Juliana will you excuse me for a minute? I need to take this call.”

She nodded, and he made his way to the door, the dead phone pressed to his ear. He didn’t bother speaking into it; she couldn’t hear him anyway. Once he was outside, he made his way across the parking lot to where a live band played. Boisterous laughter echoed through the alley. Benedict almost smiled, pocketing his phone.

He jogged to the door and slipped inside the pub. The reek of beer, fried fish, and sweat assaulted his senses. Benedict walked through the crowd, parting them without effort. Reveling in the grumbles and threats from the men cast aside, he reached the bar. He scanned the patrons and spied two men at the end of the bar, preening like drunken peacocks.

Benedict put himself between them.

“Git out of the way ya bloody arse!” The tall blond man shoved Benedict, frowning when he didn’t move.

“I have a proposition for you blokes. There’s money in it, and you’ll still get to beat the shit out of each other. Interested?”

The dark-haired one shook his head. “Yer full o’ shit.”

Benedict withdrew a few large bills from his pocket. “And there’s more where this came from.”

The first man took a step closer. “An’ all I gotta do is kick the ever-lovin’ crap outta him?” He pointed at his mate.

“More or less.” Benedict shrugged. “Meet me in the alley.”

He turned around, heading for the back door. He didn’t check to see if the oafs were following. They’d practically drooled over the cash. He had no doubt they’d be trailing after him like a couple of starving puppies.

When he got to the back alley, he stopped. The blond crossed his arms. “Money first.”

Benedict handed each of them some bills and then produced a switchblade. “I’ll leave this here for whoever grabs it first.” The weapon clinked on the pavement, echoing though the empty alley. “To make things more interesting.”

He walked away, smiling when he heard the punches land. With any luck, blood would flow soon.

* * *

Colin snapped awake the moment the sun set in the sky. Memories of his night with Juliana filled his head, warming his heart. But there was still so much to tell her. First, he needed to feed.

After a quick shower, he dressed and grabbed his coat. He’d hunt near the docks and then head over to Juliana’s cottage. Anxiousness coiled in his chest, a unique sensation he’d never experienced before.

As Colin reached for the front door, Bartley came inside. “Good to see ya, Colin.” His words were friendly enough, but his tone was not. He didn’t smile, his jaw tightened. “How was yer evening with Juli?”

Waves of protectiveness and aggression came off him. Colin reached for the man’s thoughts and found a knot of worry for Muriel and concern for Juliana. He reached out to clasp Bartley’s shoulder.

“The police are searching for Muriel, but they told Juliana they suspect she wanted to disappear.” He’d tell Bartley the truth after he told Juliana. She deserved to hear the news first.

“Bullshit.”

“Probably.” Colin sighed, lowering his hand. “But I didn’t find a trace of her last night.”

“So ya gave up and spent the night with her cousin, instead?”

Colin raised a brow. “I came home last night.”

“Not ’til nearly morning.”

Both of them knew Bartley couldn’t best him in a fight, but his care for Juliana outweighed his good sense. Colin couldn’t fault him that.

“I give you my word, Bartley. I would never hurt Juliana. Never.”

“Does she know what ya are?”