Part 8

Tacy scowled. What the hell was the matter with Tate? This stupid Daybreaker was being more difficult than she'd thought. No matter how much she flirted, he wasn't falling for her I'm-so-innocent-love-me! act.

It was probably that stupid soulmate thing. They were all so loyal to each other it was damn sickening. She stalked around the safe house, dark hair flying around her.

Tate had gone out for a while, where she didn't know. Probably off fighting the forces of darkness and saving girls like her from them, she thought with contempt.

She hadn't heard anything from Dante yet, so she had no idea how he was getting on with convincing Gabrielle she belonged in his arms.

Personally, she thought it was a waste of time. He was probably going to end up killing her anyway. This whole thing seemed to her like a Night World soap opera.

~Days of Our Lives eat your heart out~ she thought with a snort. ~This is more tacky than Sunset Beach.~


She dropped down on an arm chair, crossing her long slender legs at the knees, waiting for Tate to come home. She'd give him one more chance.

One more was all she had patience for. She'd kill him without waiting from any word from Dante. Why did he get to have all the fun?

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Dante folded his arms, looking at Gabrielle standing there, claiming she was only here to kill him. His eyes rolled. He wasn't all that surprised, actually.

He should have figured something like this out. He gave her one of his most dazzling smiles. "Somehow, I don't think so."

Gabrielle glared at him, her beautiful dark eyes flashing. She was so pretty when she was mad. "Don't be so sure," she spat at him. Her anger was more amusing than anything else.

Dante just shook his head and returned to his large swivelly leather office chair. He sat down, bathed in the faint red glow from the last embers of the fire. He laughed harshly. "If you don't want that wussy little soulmate of yours to die, you'll do no such thing."

Gabrielle was staring at him, her face paling. Hadn't she already thought he'd try something like this? Obviously not. Dante was slightly disappointed. "What are you talking about?" she whispered.

He shrugged casually. "One of my vampires is staying in the safe house you two usually live in." He stood up, walking over to the fire place. After standing there staring at it for a few minutes, it flared bright again with a tiny push of power.

He turned around to face Gabrielle. "All I need to do is say the word and he dies."
"You bastard!" she shrieked, and threw herself at him.

Dante's eyes rolled. Daybreakers. So predictable. With a heavily sigh he caught her easily, snatching the stake from her hand. He held her tightly. "You belong to me," he hissed.

She spat at him. "I'll never be yours again!"

Dante shrugged. "We'll see."
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