There had been rumors that Cash would move his show from New Orleans to Las Vegas. No one in our show wanted that. Cash Logan in Vegas would mean the end of Le Cirque Macabre. But my Aunt Lucille had been waiting for this moment.
This was the reason she’d brought us here.
Why didn’t Rainey tell me he was in town? Her booth was right in the lobby. My girlfriend was a Seer, more than a fortune teller, more than a medium. She could see the future like most people watched the evening news. She’d never keep a secret like this from me. Unless…
Shit. Cash Logan was a vampire.
“What do you want from me?” My voice shook, still weak from performing. I had to scream to make it more than a whisper.
He approached me, coming way too close, pawing at a handful of my plush robe. I couldn’t breathe. “How do you do that, Holly?”
“Do what?” It was as good a time as any to play dumb.
His beard rose as his lips spread into a lopsided smile. If I wasn’t terrified, maybe I could appreciate the view. Long, caramel colored hair that looked like it had been kissed by the sun, even though that was impossible. His rugged, chiseled features showed the wear of a man who’d fought for everything he had. He looked down at me, unblinking, his free hand resting on the door above my head. His hazel eyes were like the evening sky, mesmerizing, limitless, and beautiful.
“You know what I’m talking about.” His lips moved against my cheek, the tips of his hair tickling the opening of my robe. “Your fire dance. How do you do that?”
“I’ve always been able to do it.” I looked away from him before he caught me in a lie, but he moved my face back to his, his cool fingers burning my skin worse than any flame ever had.
“No, you haven’t. Something happened to you. It brought the flames to life.”
I couldn’t breathe. He knew. “Stop it,” I whispered. “I’ll ignite again, I know you can’t survive fire.”
“That’s why I need you,” he said. “You know things you shouldn’t. It’s the past that makes you burn.”
How did he know that? I’d only told Rainey. Rainey would never rat me out to some freaking bloodsucker.
“You think I’m going to help you? You’ll put us all out of a job.” I wrestled my face free of his grip and pushed myself off the wall.
Cash grabbed me, fast and hard. Any harder and he’d snap the bones in my forearms. “This is more than just a circus act, Holly. I’m talking about survival for my kind. For you.”
Survival for his kind? Lucille wanted me to help her destroy monsters like Cash. “If you’re going to kill me, do it. I won’t let you use me then suck me dry.”
“You don’t know what you are, do you?” He loosened his grip, surprised, and I rubbed my arms to bring the feeling back to them.
I sighed. He was right. I opened my mouth to speak and closed it more than once. I had no snappy comeback. No need for bravado. “What am I?”
The truth couldn’t be any worse than not knowing.
“My God,” he said almost to himself. “I think you need me more than I need you.”
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Colorado Shifters:
Lion and the Doe
Doe and the Hunter
Cougar and the Lion
Doe and the Pride
The Night Songs Collection:
Because the Night
Night Moves
We Own the Night
Silent Night
Cirque Macabre:
The Fire Dancer
The Spotlight Series:
Secondhand Heart
The Trouble With Bree
Too Many Reasons
The Escort:
No Strings Attached
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