Chapter 81

While Darren left to get some food with Trent, Marc paced the room, his usually carefree mind in turmoil.

With a leg thrown over the arm of a chair, Jaxon watched. "Something on your mind?"

"The girl." Marc hesitated and looked at the bathroom door. It remained shut, the fan still whirring loudly. "She's scared of me. Of all of us."

"Can you blame her?"

"No, but I don't want her to be." Marc, the most benign of his kind, was always willing to give a lady a hand and crack a smile. But now his pride had been struck low by a woman. It sucked.

"I'm afraid there's not much any of us can do about that. The girl's been through a trauma. It will take time and understanding before she heals. And it won't be easy, given you're going to have to run to keep her safe."

"Aren't you being a tad paranoid? We're hours from his lair. There's no tracks leading to us. What makes you think this vampire fellow will follow?"

"Oh, he'll come," Jaxon promised. "And wh