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BONUS - Preview of HEATED GAMES by Melody Lewis
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It was the smell of blood that drew him, though more from curiosity than hunger. He'd fed only a few days ago but it had been decades since anything had roused his interest. He was still two streets over when he heard the first low sound of pain and he picked up his pace.
He knew he ought to flee in the opposite direction. Surely someone would call the police and if he were nearby, questions would be asked. He'd been alive too long to not have left some record of his existence and the scene of a violent crime was not the best place for someone like him to be discovered. Still, he continued towards the alley.
There wasn't as much blood as he'd imagined; it was the strength and appeal of the scent that held him. True, all blood had that metallic-copper tang, like sucking on a penny, but over the years, he'd begun to realize that some people had something else, a subtle undertone, some pleasant, others not so much. This person's blood held an almost spicy scent, like nutmeg or cinnamon.
He moved closer until, before he realized it, he was standing over the beaten and bloody young man. His sharp eyes made out a youthful face, early twenties if that, and pretty despite the bruises and cuts. Dark hair, though shadows and matted blood made the exact shade unknown. Medium height and a muscular build, just right for his bone structure. A brilliant teal eye peered up through swollen flesh and the young man moaned again. The open wallet on the ground next to him showed a license: Sean Caffrey, twenty-one.
Landon Reed, a centuries-old vampire who shunned his own kind and avoided excess contact with humans, stared down at the bleeding figure. As the first wail of a police siren pierced the night, he made the decision that would alter his existence forever.
He picked up the young man as easily as a child would carry a doll, and ran.
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