Page 52 of The Vampire's Soul
“Stop forcing him.” His father had growled at his mom when he overheard a few years later.
Michael, his younger brother, once asked him about it. Many of the males in the neighborhood fancied her, so it wasn’t a surprise.
“If you aren’t going to make your move, bro, other vamps will.”
“Others, like you?”
Michael had lifted his shoulder.
“She’s off limits.” Mack had growled.
“That’s her choice if you don’t bond.”
“No. It’s not. Are we clear?”
Michael’s nod of agreement had been small, but Mack knew he wouldn’t do anything without Mack’s permission. Ella was his.
Everyone knew it...except her.
“He could overpower you, Ella. He was not a small human.” Mack shook his head.
“Why did you bring me out here?” She dropped her hands on her hips. “Why don’t you tell me, Mack Mazzini? Because I’m confused. You demand I fly over here and then kiss me—”
“A mistake,” he interrupted.
“Christ. This guy,” Logan said in the distance.
“Can you...can you please keep your thoughts to yourself?” Mack barked.
Speaking of mistakes, he should have kicked them out of the Jeep the moment they climbed in. Neither of them had been of any help and seemed to be enjoying this little problem of his.
He remembered when Callan was bonding with Virginia. The guy had lost his mind. As had many of the vampire warriors, including Logan, just recently. Mack liked to think he was responsible for stopping the vampire from killing Brooklyn, who had outed their race to humanity. Their chat at the bar before he found her may have helped.
It wasn’t just her life he’d been concerned about; it was also Logan’s. Once bonded, both lives were joined on a level humans would never understand. You couldn’t survive without your mate if they left or died.
Insanity took hold and it could be fast or slow.
Most took their own lives.
“No, let them have a say. How about we ask them what they think?” Ella whipped around.
“Nope.” Both straightened and shook their heads.
Mack gave her a knowing look. As if they were going to side with her. Did she know nothing about males?
“Let’s get a drink.” Callan thumbed over his shoulder. “Check that our buddy isn’t having memories of meeting three big, bad vampires.”
“Are we calling you bad?” Logan asked, slapping Callan on the shoulder. “You were an accountant like five minutes ago.”
Mack nearly laughed.
“Just because you’re an official Moretti warrior...oh wait, I keep forgetting you’re just an assassin.”
The door shut behind them, and Ella turned back, her mouth gaping. “Logan’s anassassin?”
Yes.
So were many of the other warriors she’d met last night. Callan was also a wolf and the alpha of the pack, but there was a lot she didn’t need to know.
