on, Mr. Durant,” she said, purring his name. “Do you really think I can’t put a scare into a couple of humans?”
Griffin shivered as he felt the stirrings of physical sensations he usually kept under strict control. He remembered when his father had told him howleeches attracted their prey: something in their smell had an overwhelmingly erotic effect on humans, enticing them as certain carnivorous plants lured hapless insects into their gullets. Griffin had never had occasion to witness the phenomenon himself, but now it was all too evident that what worked on humans could also affect loups-garous.
His mind, however, was still clear enough to recognize that Miss Chase’s seductiveness was a pretense. She couldn’t help herself, any more than she could help preying on hapless humans. As little as Griffin knew about the female of the vampire species, he presumed they were driven by the same instincts as their male counterparts.
Oh, this one could definitely put a scare into Joe and his companion. But she might not stop at that. Miss Chase undoubtedly possessed ten times the strength of the strongest human, quite possibly greater than Griffin’s own. And she was surely more than capable of the casual violence that lurked beneath the handsome appearance and elegant demeanor with which so many of her breed deceived the world.
Unless, of course, she was discouraged from proceeding any further.
Griffin carefully freed his arm. “Better leave justice to the authorities, Miss Chase.”
Her easy manner vanished. “Sure,” she snapped. “That will work. Because if these guys work for a boss, they’ll get off in no time.”
“I have a contact in the police department. He can see to it that they don’t escape so easily.”
“A cop who isn’t corrupt? That I’ve gotta see.”
He held her gaze through the netting of the veil. “You’re too young for cynicism, Miss Chase. Your soul won’t profit by it.”
“How do you know how young I am? And what makes you think I have a soul?”
“A hunch, Miss Chase.”
“And how did you come to be so wise?”
“When you’ve lived a few more years—”
“Until I become a doddering old graybeard, like you?”
“I trust you’ll never grow a beard, Miss Chase. It would not be an improvement.” He tested the steadiness of his hand and extended it to her. “Come along…”
She slapped his hand aside. Her coat flew open to reveal long legs in flesh-colored silk stockings, exposed from ankle to knee by her short dress. He was momentarily distracted by the brazenness of her garments and the flash of bare skin at her upper thigh.
“Enjoying the view?” she taunted. “Want a better look?”
With one slender hand she lifted the veil from her face, and he finally saw the mysteries he had only guessed at before.
She was beautiful. Fair skin, so pale that it rivaled the moon at its whitest. Full lips enhanced with dark lip-rouge, contrasting vividly with the rest of her face. Aqua eyes, large and expressive, rimmed with kohl. Dark brows beneath the bangs of sleek black hair cut in a Louise Brooks bob just at the level of her stubborn, dimpled chin.
Griffin’s breath stopped. He knew the leeches tended to be handsome creatures, their appearances enhanced by transformation and the power of their natural magnetism. But in his rare dealings with them, he’d never met one quite so magnificent.
“Seen enough?” Allegra Chase demanded.
“More than enough.” He turned and offered his hand to Miss Moreau, helping her to her feet. “You and your mistress are leaving now.”
Allegra detached Miss Moreau from Griffin’s light hold and put her arm possessively around the other woman’s shoulders. “This isn’t over, Durant.”
“It is for you, Miss Chase.”
“You…you son of a—”
“You may regale me with every curse in your vocabulary, but it won’t do you any good. Even if you believe yourself capable of harming these men, which I seriously doubt, I won’t permit you to follow your less admirable proclivities.”
“Permit?” She laughed again. “You think I want your permission, much less admiration?”
“No. Nor do I require yours.” He caught her eyes. “Trust me. I’ll see that these men are sent to jail.”
“Ha.” She brooded for a moment, and then her posture loosened like that of a cat pretending disinterest in a careless bird. “Isn’t it a shame, Lou, that the world won’t know of our savior’s admirable chivalry?”
Miss Moreau glanced from Allegra to Griffin, frowning. “I doubt that Mr. Durant requires the world’s approbation.”
“True,” Allie purred. “He’s known as a recluse, isn’t he? Not the sort to seek publicity.” She leaned close to Griffin. “The gossip columns love to speculate as to who you really are under that straitlaced reputation. Wouldn’t they just love to know what you are?”
Griffin clung to his patience. “They’d be highly unlikely to believe such a story, Miss Chase.”
“Bet it would cut down on the list of scheming gold diggers hot on your trail.”
“I haven’t met these gold diggers. They must be chasing another man.”
“No fiancée? No lover?”
“That’s really none of your concern.”
Her expression softened. “You’re truly alone, aren’t you?”
“Miss Chase, this is hardly—”
“Is that why you spend your time rescuing damsels in distress?”
Griffin looked pointedly toward the street. “I suggest that you see a doctor at once, Miss Moreau,” he said. “If you and Miss Chase will—”
“Your hands are shaking,” Allegra interrupted. “Are you sure you’re not hurt?”
Cold sweat trickled under Griffin’s collar. “I’m perfectly well.”
“Could have fooled me. Still, it doesn’t seem—”
The sound of an engine drowned out her words. Griffin glanced up to see a battered delivery truck backing into the alley. Instinctively he placed himself between the ladies and the vehicle.
“What is it?” Miss Moreau asked.
“Bootleggers,” he said. “No doubt here to make a delivery.”
Allegra Chase moved up to stand beside him, her body tense and alert. “What perfect timing,” she murmured.
No sooner had she finished speaking than a pair of hatchet
