Page 53 of Her Silent Knight

Fucking leeches. He’d kill them all before he let them have one more drop of his mate’s blood.

“You broke our truce today,” Rhen told him.

“Fuck that truce.”

“You’re hellbent on completing your tasks for TD. If things end badly here today, I’ll make sure you never complete another pointless task.”

“Just because you gave up, doesn’t make the tasks pointless. Do whatever you want, just get out of my way.”

“You’re taking her to your compound, right? I guess she has to go somewhere since you burned down her house. A house I acquired for her.”

This bastard must have a death wish.

“A house she’s been safe in for two years until she brought you home. I told her not to do it. But she rarely listens to me.”

With his treasure in his arms, Kaede approached Rhen. “Listen to me vampire, mention my mate one more time and I will rip your head from your body. Doubt me? Try it.” He wanted him to try it. He wanted another reason to rip this bastard apart.

Rhen raised his hands. “I won't mention your treasure again, this morning. What I will say is...”

A shriek filled the air. Fuck!

“Shredders are coming.” Rhen sighed. “Those hungry bastards are worse than vampires. You should head back to your compound with her before they get closer. You need a ride?”

He did, that didn’t mean he wanted to ask for one. Kaede inhaled. The shredders were close.

“We have ties,” Rhen told him. “I can tie her to me...”

“You die, today.”

“I’m trying to help.”

“The fuck I look like allowing you to take my mate anywhere. Give me a bike.”

“Not happening. And it’s called a snowmobile.”

Kaede looked back. That rotting flesh scent was closer.

“You know...” Rhen started, tone lazy.

Kaede faced him. “You want to make a deal, don’t you?”

“You know me too well, fire man.”

“Spit it out, leech.”

“I’ll loan you a bike if you allow your mate...”

Kaede growled.

“I figured that would be your answer. I have a second proposal. Your blood has the same components as hers. You have the ability to chase away the chill of the night also. Give me one vial of your blood a month for six months and I’ll loan you a snowmobile.”

“One vial of blood a month for six months to borrow your bike once? Fuck that.”

“It’s not a bike. It’s a snowmobile,” Rhen said through clenched teeth. “They’re closer. You can’t outrun them. You can’t fight them all and protect her. Either you’ll need my help for transportation or you’ll need my help in fighting. Either way, I require six vials of blood.” Rhen grinned.

Fuck him. Put her down.

“Why?”