LITMIR.BIZ

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on the monitor again, on the fear on Paige’s face and the frustration on the detective’s. Please, leave it alone. Just leave it alone…

      He had no clue if Paige would hear or heed his telepathic message. But all those other times that he’d seen the questions in her eyes, her need to know where he’d been and what he’d been doing, he’d sent her the same message. And her questions had remained in her eyes, unasked.

      And the distance and distrust had grown between them.

      He’d done it to protect her, as he had to protect her now.

      “We need to get him out of here and leave,” he urged her, “in order to protect the secret.”

      Ingrid gestured toward the dead vampire. “This is why mortals can’t learn about our society. This is what happens when they find out about us. They set out to destroy all of us. They feel they must kill what they fear.”

      Ben shook his head. “You don’t know that a mortal did this. I have treated more wounds that were a result of vampire violence—either to other vampires or to mortals who were hurt as a result of what a vampire had done to them.”

      “You shouldn’t be treating the mortals.”

      “I’m a doctor first,” he said. “I’ve taken an oath.” Just as he’d once spoken vows to Paige, vows he would not break. He couldn’t leave the Underground, not with her in danger.

      He glanced to the monitor and the two women standing in the hall, then back to the knob as it turned….

       Chapter 7

      “What the hell—” Sebastian’s heart slammed against his ribs as he ran down the hall to where Paige and her friend stood at the door.

      “Sebastian,” Paige said, turning toward him. She threw her arms around his neck. “I’m so sorry….”

      “Sorry?” Patting her back, he stared over her head at what the detective had done to the lock. Scratches marred the steel surface, but the door remained shut. And locked?

      “About your car,” Paige said. She pulled back and lifted her gaze to his, her blue eyes wide with regret. “Did you see it or have the police already taken it away?”

      “Oh, yeah, my car,” he said with a brief wince.

      “You got my voice mail then?”

      He shook his head. “No, I talked to Ben. He told me what happened.”

      “Where is Ben?” Kate asked, finally turning her focus away from the door to stare at Sebastian.

      “He was with me,” Paige said, her face flushing with color, “when we discovered the damage to your car. But then he had to rush off. He had an emergency.”

      “What are you two doing?” He gestured behind them.

      “Something strange is going on around here,” Paige said. “And Kate’s going to investigate.”

      “Would you open this door for us?” the detective asked. “You’ve been managing Club Underground for a while. You must have a key.”

      “There’s a key somewhere in the office,” he admitted. “I could probably dig it out if we had a while.”

      “I can wait,” Kate said, folding her arms across her rather impressive chest.

      He shrugged. “Fine. I’m pretty tired myself. Haven’t been to bed yet.”

      “Really?”

      He chuckled. “Well, I haven’t been to sleep yet. I doubt Paige has, either. And don’t you work nights, Detective?”

      “So what are you suggesting?” Kate asked. “That we all sleep on this? Why would that be necessary if you have nothing to hide?”

      The woman was too damn smart, and that made her a danger—to him and herself.

      “It’s really not a problem,” he said. “I’ll dig out the key and open it.” He glanced up, at the camera hidden behind a heat duct register, and wished he could see inside the secret room.

      He hoped like hell his vampire friend had been saved and they’d all slipped out the other exit as he stepped inside the office. After banging the desk drawers open and closed a few times, he rejoined the women who had not budged from their spot. He pulled out the ring of keys he always carried. “I think it was right here all along,” he said with a forced laugh. “Per the fire department ordinance, I’m supposed to carry it with me all the time since it opens up the other exit from the club.”

      “Other exit?” Paige asked. “But you said nothing was behind that door.”

      “Yeah, I didn’t want to mention what it really was, or I thought that you might not want to invest in the club,” he admitted. Honestly.

      He had kept a lot from her—ever since he’d entered her life again. But, without her money, the building manager would have shut down the club. Ben had been unable to save the last owner, who’d been fatally wounded in a fight in the club. Sebastian couldn’t have asked Ben for the money; he’d already asked too much of him, forcing him to keep secrets that had cost him his marriage. And with nowhere else to go in Zantrax, most of the society would have moved away—to more welcoming cities and eras. Sebastian hadn’t wanted to leave her.

      But she would have been safer had he left.

      “Why wouldn’t you want to mention another exit?” Paige asked, her blond brows furrowed in confusion.

      “Because it’s an exit to be used only when the other one is blocked. It goes into the sewers,” he said.

      “Sewers?” Paige asked, her nose wrinkling with distaste.

      “It’s the only other way out of a basement club. So you ladies might want to step to the side of the hall in case some rats run out when I open the door.”

      Paige clutched at the sleeve of his suit jacket. “Rats?”

      He slid the key into the lock. As he did, Paige dropped her hand from his arm and moved behind him. Kate, however, stepped closer. And covered his hand with hers.

      “Uh, that’s okay,” she said. “You don’t need to open it. I can see now that this would open into the sewers.”

      “Well, there’s actually another door behind it,” he admitted, “to the stairwell, which takes you down deeper into the sewer. Then you have to follow that tunnel to the ladder that leads up to a manhole cover in the street.”

      All of which was true. Zantrax sewers were legendary as passageways for those who wanted to remain unseen. And undead. Club Underground bridged the world between mortals and immortals. A bridge that few should dare to cross.

      “Are you sure you don’t want me to open it?” he asked, turning the key in the lock.

      The detective tightened her grasp on his hand. “No, it’s not necessary.” She was clever and perceptive. “As you said earlier, it’s late. You should take Paige home.”

      It was too late for that. The sun was just rising as he’d slipped inside the club moments earlier. “I can’t,” he said. “Can you see her home? Make sure she gets there safely?”

      “But you said you were tired,” Kate reminded him. “Aren’t you going home? So that you can stay with her?”

      “Just because I’m going to bed doesn’t mean I’m going home,” he teased with a wink at the obviously disapproving detective. “Besides which, she’ll be safer with you. You carry a gun.”

      “I don’t need anyone to see me home,” Paige said, her chin lifted with pride and independence.

      He suppressed a grimace

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