Blade Bound (Chicagoland Vampires 13) - Page 75

He was only ten feet from us when he suddenly pitched over, and the scent of blood filled the air, adding copper to that sharp tang of magic.

Behind him stood a man in a business suit, tie unknotted and top button undone, dark circles beneath his eyes and five-o’clock shadow across his face. And in his hand, a bloody tire iron. He looked at us, raised his weapon.

“Is this your fault? Are you doing this to me?” The words were demands, his eyes flitting back and forth between us, looking for someone to blame. And since we were the only ones unaffected by the magic—whatever magic it was—he’d picked us.

“Get inside.”

Ethan and I gave the orders to each other simultaneously. But when we looked at each other, we nodded acceptance. We’d just taken a vow to stand beside each other. Might as well get started now.

Catcher looked back at Shay. “Get inside and call the cops. Go. Now.”

She wasn’t a war correspondent. She was a wedding photographer, and horror had her freezing in place, eyes wide and dazed.

;  “Sure,” was all I managed to say. And weakly, at that.

“Let’s switch positions!” Shay called out.

“Not in this lifetime, sister,” I murmured, and kept a grip on Ethan’s hand.

Ethan chuckled with masculine satisfaction. “No worries, Sentinel. You’re the only woman for me.”

Damn straight.

• • •

We did more El shots, a few shots in Pritzker Park, a few shots in front of brick walls, and then the same shots with a variety of people. Shay offered to walk us down to Buckingham Fountain, but Ethan’s looks were becoming increasingly incendiary, and I was losing my immunity to their heat.

“We could take—,” Shay began, but I cut her off with a hand.

She’d been taking pictures for hours. And my mother had long since departed the wedding, so she’d forfeited her right to complain.

“I believe we have adequately captured the moment,” I said, and glanced at Ethan. “Unless you disagree?”

“There is one I’d like to get,” he said with a smile so sly I was afraid he’d suggest she follow us back to the hotel. But instead, he took my hand, and we walked back to the library and the entrance on Van Buren. We reached the arched brass doors, CHICAGO PUBLIC LIBRARY etched into the glass in the arch.

“Here,” he said, and, without bothering to explain, picked me up. I squealed, wrapped my arms around his neck as he centered our bodies beneath the sign.

His smile held cool confidence. “Proof that I managed to get her out of the library.”

I rolled my eyes during the first shot, smiled during the second, and pressed my lips to his cheek during the third. “Thank you for indulging me,” he said, when he put me down again. He pressed his lips to my forehead. But even that chaste act sent frissons of excitement and anticipation through me.

“Thanks, guys,” Shay said. “It was a great event. I’ll be in touch.” But her gaze was on the display on the back of her camera, fingers busily working the controls.

“I bet she says that to all the girls.”

“She probably does,” Ethan said. “But we’re done, so let’s take our leave.”

“Your limo is around the corner,” Amit said with a grin that told me he and Malik had done some decorating.

Hand in hand, we walked around the building to South Plymouth, where the library’s red brick gave way to dark glass and sleek steel. The limo sat at the curb, JUST MARRIED in white block letters across the back window, white balloons affixed to the fender and trunk, blue and white ribbons and streamers spilling out from beneath the back bumper.

“And I guess that’s our ride,” Ethan said dryly.

My first thought was that Amit had been offended by the comment, had made the sound that speared the air in front of us. Ethan realized the truth faster, threw a protective hand in front of me as he stared into the shadowed street.

The sound hadn’t been an objection.

It had been a scream.

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