"The hunt is almost over," James sighed in post-coital bliss to his mate. They were leaned against an alley wall, four blocks away from where Bella was waiting, Victoria's legs were hitched on his hips, spread limply around him. "When her mate comes, this will stop and I will destroy her. She's nothing to me. I swear, Vicky. I swear."
"Promise?" she moaned.
"You can burn her, watch her ash catch wind and fly."
"When?"
"As soon as we reach Vancouver."