Chapter 43. Protective Embrace

BELLE

“Wait…” I said. “Isn’t Azazel Mortar…the vampire who…?”

“Yeah,” Liam replied, watching Grayson closely, gauging his reaction. “The vampire who took over your mate’s body. The former king of vampires. And he’s in Maine.” His eyes met mine. “Looking for you.”

Grayson was stiff as a board in front of me. “How do you know this?” he asked.

“He was at the diner about an hour ago. He…” Liam hesitated. “He killed your boss. And another waitress.”

“What?” I gasped. I stepped out from behind Grayson, but only to have him wrap his arms around me and press me firmly to his front. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m so sorry, Belle,” Liam said softly. “I came as soon as I heard. My dad called me. You’re in danger.”

“Which waitress?” I demanded.

“The older one. Brunette.”

“Brenda?” I struggled in Grayson’s arms. “He killed Brenda?”

Liam nodded. “I’m sorry, Belle,” he repeated once more.

I could feel my heart in my throat. Bren