right and it wasn’t fair.
Still, a part of him was pleased to see her again.
“Any news from my family?” Robert got up from his chair, moving around his desk towards the door. Trying not to let his mind stray to the beautiful vision on the screen.
“Your father wants to know how it is going with Miss Ford.” His minion looked down at the floor.
For three years, his father had pestered him to go and claim his mate by force. He wasn’t into force and he would never take a woman in such a manner. But it would seem that his father would get what he wanted—in a manner of speaking. The mouse had finally come to him.
“Get William on the phone.” Robert watched his bond mate strutting her stuff on the stage. A man held her hips in place as he thrust against her backside.
It should be his hands, should be him thrusting against her…
His brother’s voice came over the speaker phone. “What’s the matter, Rob?”
“Any news on Katie?” Ever since he had seen her best friend’s face pass through her mind—the love and care she felt for her clear—Robert had made sure she was watched twenty-four hours a day.
Only William dared to call him Rob. He wondered if his younger brother wished for death, given the way he tried to rouse his temper. William wasn’t known for keeping the peace. If anything he was usually the one to seek a fight.
Through the bond, he had no choice but to protect Katie. What his mate loved, he loved. It was plain and simple.
“Look. I have no idea why this woman is so damned special to you. Nothing. Zip. She gets up and goes to work. She’s a frigging librarian, Rob. She doesn’t go out during the day. She leaves in the evening, works through the night, then goes home. Her cat has more bloody fun than she does,” William moaned.
“I’ve told you. The reason for this protection detail has something to do with Sophie’s friend.” Robert was sure, down to his unbeating heart, that Katie White held the answers he was seeking.
“You wouldn’t think that to watch her life.” William yawned. “She has to live the most boring life known to mankind.”
“Keep watching her.”
Robert hung up, staring at the image of his mate—willing her with all his might to spill her secrets and tell him everything he wanted to know.
Going back to his desk, he dismissed his minion and gathered up the file he’d managed to obtain on Sophie Ford. The only interesting thing about her—besides her spunk and the attitude that had been apparent at the Council three years earlier—was her bond and connection with the mysterious Katie White.
As he sat back, his mind filled with activity—a barrage of unanswered questions.
Come and get me.
Robert shot up out of his seat, looking all around himself.
I’m yours for the taking.
Rob looked at the screen. Her eyes stared right back at him. The bluest blue beckoning him to come and get her.
There was no way that she could know he could hear her thoughts.
But in truth, Robert did not care. Sophie Ford—his mate—was here, inside his club. His for the taking. And that was exactly what he was going to do.
He wasn’t a fool.
He wanted his bond mate and he was going to go and take her.
Sophie could sense how close he was. Energy sizzled along her skin, making it prickle with nervous excitement. She pushed her ass along the extended shaft of the man dancing behind her, doing everything within her power to call to Robert. She didn’t much care for the man she was dancing with—it wasn’t his attention she was trying to get.
Her body no longer felt like her own. Most days she felt possessed, itchy and irritable in her skin. Her mind was filled with nothing but the man she was bound to. She wrapped her arms around the neck of her dance partner, her mind seemingly attuned to him—but in actual fact, her eyes sought out the vampire closing in on her. Sophie had no choices left—she needed to be able to think past this wave of lust that