“How did we get here?”

Haven visibly fought for air, and in the interest of getting an answer to her question, she released her hold by a fraction. When he pulled in a few breaths, she kicked her knee upwards, aiming for his balls. To her surprise, he blocked her by tilting his hips sideways so her knee merely dug into his thigh. She was slower than usual—a fact she attributed to the substance that had knocked her out cold. But just as her sense of smell had come back, she was sure her other senses would catch up soon.

Anger surged inside her. “How?”

“I took the limo.”

“And the driver? Where is he? Did you kill him?”

“No! He ran off, I guess.”

It was the first good news in a long time. Her colleagues would track him down once they realized she and Kimberly was missing. And with any luck, he could tell them what had happened. Tracing the limo wouldn’t be too hard either. She was sure it came with an antitheft device that would lead her colleagues right to its location.

“Where’s the limo now?”

Haven muscles twitched as if he was attempting to shrug. But she still had him pinned to the wall, giving him no room to move. “I parked it outside.”

Things were looking up.

“What time is it?”

Haven gave her a surprised look. “Three o’clock.”

“Night or day?” Whatever the vapor was she’d inhaled, it had screwed with her sense of time. Impatient by his delayed response, she kicked him in the shin, when really she wanted to aim for something a little higher, and a little softer.

He clenched his jaw. “Bitch!”

“I asked, night—”

“It’s night.”

Yvette released her hold on him. Another second longer, and she would have rubbed herself all over him like a cat in heat. Damn the man for the way he smelled: all male, all sex. How was a female vamp going to keep her wits about her, being in such close quarters with a virile man like him? The faster she and Kimberly escaped from here, the better. Sure, her colleagues would rescue them within hours, but she didn’t have hours. She needed to get out of this place before she did something she would regret later.

Whatever happened to Haven, she didn’t care. Which still left one question open.

“Why are you here with us?”

Haven righted his shirt and jacket and glared at her. “Because I had a job to do.”

“That’s not an answer. If you’re in here with us, who’s holding us captive?”

Haven took a step toward her, placing his tempting body in too close a proximity to hers. Like tendrils of fire, his body heat leapt from his skin and landed on hers, intent on burning her with its intensity.

“Here’s your answer: I was double-crossed by the person who wanted me to kidnap Kimberly, okay? Happy now?”

Angry, he was even sexier than when she’d toyed with him at the party. How pathetic was that?

“A hired gun. Despicable.”

“You’re not any better than me.”

“I don’t kidnap people for money! Serves you right that your boss turned on you. Don’t expect me to help you now.”

***

Haven felt his blood boil. Yvette pissed him off even faster than his little brother could, and that was quite an achievement. But he wouldn’t let her get to him.

“I’m afraid we’ll fail if we don’t work together.”

She looked at him with disdain in her eyes. “Your goal was to kidnap Kimberly—guess your work is done. Now I’ll do mine—and mine is to free her. And that’s exactly what I’ll do.”

“How do you propose to do that since we’re locked up in here?”

She motioned toward the door. “You really think a flimsy door like that is going to stop me?”

He should tell her what they were up against. It was only fair. “Look, there’s no way—”

“Incompetent fool!” she hissed and turned away.

On second thought, maybe he’d let her find out for herself. The woman clearly needed her attitude clipped. Nobody called him incompetent. Nor did he like to be called a fool. Especially not by a female—make that a female vampire—who got him hard as hell just by being within a couple of feet of him. “Go ahead.”

Suddenly, he felt like Dirty Harry, and Yvette could just make his day for all he cared.

Without her or Kimberly noticing, Haven adjusted his cock and swept his eyes over Yvette’s naked back. Oh man, that dress fit her like a second skin, and the ripped seam on one side of it exposed her leg from ankle to upper thigh to his hungry look. Her legs were toned and strong, not overly muscular, but perfectly shaped. Perfect for wrapping them around his hips when he—