“Where is he?” Victoria growled as she stormed through the
doors of Rowan’s home. Ignoring the handful of vampires standing in the foyer
hissing at her she continued forward, she stopped just in the middle of the room.
“Derrick, get your ass out here now!”
“That’s as far as you go,” Marcel snapped, pushing the
detective away from the French doors leading to his master’s private chambers.
Victoria looked down at his hands still grasping her arms
and slowly made eye contact with the muscular demon. “Get your fucking hands
off of me,” she rumbled, pushing against him.
