The NightMan (2 page)

“Is
she
here
as
well?”

“It
would
do
you
good
to
mind
your
tongue
before
you
walk
through
those
doors.
He’s
rather
pissed
off
tonight.”

“Well
he
can
get
over
himself.
I’m
not
in
the
mood,”
she
snapped.

“Neither
is
he,”
the
NightMan
growled.

Another
shiver
prickled
up
her
spin,
causing
the
hair
on
her
neck
to
spring
on
its
ends.
There
had
always
been
a
certain
amount
of
electricity
between
her
and
the
NightMan.
The
sexual
tension
between
the
two
had
never
been
explored,
at
least
not
by
their
choice.

The
NightMan
remained
at
the
club
every
night
when
it
opened.
A
debt
he
owed,
she
thought,
to
the
Master.
Whatever
the
reason
he
stayed,
he
remained
faithful
in
his
servitude.
He
was
one
hell
of
a
stout
man,
which
highly
attracted
her.
She
wouldn’t
deny
her
appeal
to
his
dark
nature,
and
wouldn’t
mind
exploring
the
possibilities
of
a
hot
romp
with
him.
Then
again,
she
would
have
another
problem
if
she
dared
to
touch
him,
one
of
which
she
didn’t
care
to
face.
The
Master
had
forbidden
for
her
to
be
touched
by
anyone.

“Thanks
for
the
warning,
Adriel,”
she
sneered
as
she
turned
to
face
the
entrance.

The
NightMan
shifted
again,
his
leg
muscles
flexed
against
his
jeans
as
he
returned
to
his
position.
For
a
moment,
his
thoughts
wandered,
as
he
stole
another
glance
at
the
long
legged
blond.
How
he
wished
he
could
have
those
lovely
legs
around
his
waist.
He
didn’t
care
what
she
thought.
She
was
with
them
,
and
this
bothered
him.
The
one
thing
he
did
care
about
was
the
fact
he
desired
her
so
badly.
There
was
something
about
her
that
drove
him
crazy
every
time
he
was
in
her
presence.
Her
scent,
he
inhaled
another
deep
breath,
was
mesmerizing.
The
subtle
honey
scented
tones
reached
deep
within
his
soul,
and
raptured
his
darkest
desires.

Adriel
knew
better
than
to
cross
another
man’s
property.
He
knew
the
penalty
if
he
so
much
as
even
touched
her.
The
penalty
of
death
came
to
all
NightMen
who
dared
to
cross
their
property.
It
didn’t
matter
if
the
women
chose
them
or
not.
Death
would
be
faced
at
the
hands
of
the
Master.
Sadly
for
Adriel,
the
Master
owned
his
only
weakness,
her.
The
NightMan’seyes
closed.
He
knew
he
could
only
offer
her
death.

Adriel
was
a
healthy
well-built
man,
even
from
his
late
teenage
years.
The
muscle
packed
man
had
the
body
of
a
professional
wrestler.
His
bulk
came
naturally
as
by
his
heritage.
Only
a
few
knew
his
origins.
Few
questioned
his
appearance,
tall,
black
hair
and
cold
black
eyes.
Many
feared
him
too
much
to
question
him,
especially
them
.
However,
he
did
owe
a
debt
and
once
he
repaid
the
debt,
he
could
leave,
return
to
his
home
and
live
his
life
in
peace.

The
black
eyes
opened
again.
He
tilted
his
head
back,
lifting
his
gaze
toward
the
moon
that
hung
brightly
in
the
sky.
Tonight
might
be
the
night,
he
thought
as
his
hands
clasped
together
in
front
of
him.
The
night
he
would
be
set
free
from
his
bond.
The
bond
he
had
suffered
to
the
Master
for
over
the
last
100
years.
Yes,
he
hoped
his
time
would
be
near.
Adriel
wished
nothing
more
than
to
live
a
normal
life.
One
of
which
was
normal
in
his
eyes.

****

Inside
the
club
the
music
blared,
as
the
base
and
drums
pounded
the
walls.
From
the
left
to
the
right,
the
blonde’s
gaze
roamed
the
club,
searching
for
the
one
she
knew
was
there.
The
NightMan
never
lied.
Wall
to
wall,
a
variety
of
people
mingled
around
the
small
club.
Some
danced
while
others
talked
loudly
and
laughed
loudly
along
the
sidelines
of
the
dance
floor.
Aggravated,
she
shoved
her
way
through
the
thick
crowd
to
the
bar.

“Hello,
Caitlin.”

A
rich
a
lustrous
voice
caught
her
attention.
Caitlin
turned
around
quickly
in
the
direction
of
the
voice.
It
was
him.