Immortal Danger. Cynthia Eden

the L10 had gone after her.

      But he was getting a bad feeling. Every instinct went on full alert as his body tensed.

      The front door was open. Waiting.

      Inviting?

      Maya stepped over the threshold.

      Adam froze.

      He glanced down and saw the red dust. The thin line that went all the way across the entranceway.

      Shit.

      Mambo.

      Maya glanced back at him, brows lifted.

      His jaw locking, Adam gritted, “This Marie, just what is she?” Why had Maya wanted so badly to see her?

      The power from the house, from Marie, swept around him.

      Hell, no.

      Josette’s power had been weak, but she’d still sensed his deception.

      This woman, Marie—she was too strong for him to fool.

      A man’s laugh rang from the darkness.

      Maya wet her lips. Her own gaze fell to the line of dust. “Don’t you know?”

      Yeah, he did.

      The woman was a voodoo priestess.

      Sonofabitch.

      “Let’s get out of here.” His skin was prickling, the hair on his nape rising.

      “No, you don’t understand.” She leaned back over that line. “Marie knows things. She might be able to tell us which vampires took Cammie.”

      “Yeah, and we can also just go and find some feeding rooms and start kicking ass until we round up the vamps who know.” Going into the mambo’s house—that wasn’t an option for him.

      And he didn’t want Maya out of his sight.

      A half-smile curved her lips. “That’s plan B, Slick. The slow plan. For Plan A, I wanna see what Marie knows.”

      A growl rumbled in his throat. The men around them slipped back even further into the shadows.

      Shit. This hadn’t been part of his plan. “Next time, you go over Plan A with me, fucking thoroughly, before you act.” When she went in the house, he wouldn’t be able to protect her.

      And since when did she need protecting? He shook his head, but couldn’t shake the feeling that he needed to watch over her.

      Bullshit. Utter bullshit.

      Maya didn’t need anyone’s protection.

      So why did he want to shield her?

      “Go in,” he finally snarled, fighting to control the rage coursing through his veins. He’d never be able to cross that red line, but if he sensed any trouble, if he so much as heard Maya cry out—

      He’d tear the house down.

      Then no damn magic line would keep him out.

      The beast within him began to roar.