Valeska shrieked, stumbling back in fear. Her spine slammed briefly into something solid—unyielding, warm, and unmistakably male. Kieran.
She gasped, jerking away as quickly as possible, putting five long strides between them.
Kieran raised a brow, clearly amused. "What was that little move?" he asked with mock curiosity. "Are you flirting with me?"
His sharp gaze drifted from her eyes to the rag in her hand, then to the smeared wall behind her. "Wait… are you cleaning?"
Valeska didn't answer immediately. She was still stunned by his sudden appearance. Less than a day had passed since their last encounter—an encounter that should've been the last. But now here he stood, tall, casual, terrifyingly confident.
A rush of questions thundered through her head. How did he find her? Why was he here? Was he going to hurt her? And as much as she hated it… Why did he smell so good?
She forced the thought away, mentally slapping herself. Focus. He's a vampire. A predator. A killer.
