Like the rats were all she needed to worry about at Genesis.

Something grabbed her ankle and hauled her back. She didn’t cry out, but she bit down hard on her bottom lip as her hands slapped against the metal walls around her. There was nothing to hold on to as she was pulled back.

“I said fifteen feet,” Ryder growled at her. “Turn here.”

Oh yes. She turned. The air duct became even narrower. Sabine knew that Ryder’s broad shoulders must have been a tight fit, but she didn’t glance back. Her hands slapped against the grate. Before she pushed it down, she peeked through the narrow openings and gazed below her. No sign of the guards.

She shoved the grate down. It fell and landed on a desk. Barely waiting a second’s time, Sabine jumped right after it.

Her gaze swept the room. Heavy shelves. A big desk. No pictures. A lab coat hanging on a hook near the closed door.

Ryder landed behind her. “Don’t worry,” he said. “Jim Thomas isn’t going to be heading in here for a while.” His voice oozed confidence.

Glancing over her shoulder, Sabine demanded, “How do you know? What did you do to him?”

He offered her a wide grin. “I took a little bite out of him.”

“Did you kill him?”

His sigh was long and low. “No. Why do you always seem to think—”

“Because you killed me.” Her words froze him as he reached for the lab coat.

Ryder hesitated, then looked back at her. “Back to that, are we? I’ve told you they’d starved me.”

As far as excuses went . . .

“And I didn’t expect your taste.”

Um, come again?

He spun toward her. Actually, he was stalking toward her. She was still crouched on the desk. Sabine scrambled down. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, vampire.” She said the word deliberately, in order to remind herself of what he was.

Ryder rolled his eyes. Seriously. The guy rolled his eyes. “So what, now you’re gonna think like them? I’m not a person, just a thing?”

Shame burned her cheeks. “I—”

“Whatever,” he drawled, then lifted a brow as he said, “Phoenix.”

She just looked back at him.

He stopped in front of her. The desk was behind her, pressing lightly against the back of her thighs. Ryder’s intense gaze searched her face. “You don’t know, do you?”

She shook her head. “Is that . . . what I am?”

He put the lab coat down on the desk. His head cocked to the side. His gaze seemed to grow even brighter as it raked over her.

“I feel like I’ve been frozen for the last thousand years.”

Thousand? There was no way she’d heard that part right. Ryder couldn’t be that old.

Duh, Sabine. Vampire. He could definitely be that old.

“And when I tasted your blood, for the first time in so long, I felt warm again. You did that. Your blood . . . hell, it seemed to make me live again.”

She wasn’t sure what in the heck to say in response to that.

“You taste like spice. Heat and honey. Pleasure.” He leaned toward her. Her hands curved under the edge of the desk. “You taste like everything I had while I walked the earth as a man, everything I wanted, and I f**king crave you.”

His hand caught her chin. Tipped her face back up. “The bloodlust—the lust—consumed me when I tasted you. I didn’t have control. There wasn’t time for control. I needed you too much.”

She wet her lips. Her heartbeat was racing in her chest, the wild thunder echoing in her ears. The too-aware tension in her body seemed to be a normal occurrence when she was around him. “And now?”

The hunger in his eyes was her answer. Her fingers tightened around the edge of the desk. She was so far out of her element here. “Don’t eat me.” The words jumped from her because Ryder looked as if he wanted to devour her.

One blond brow rose even as his cheeks seemed to hollow, to sharpen with a predatory appearance she hadn’t noticed before. “So very tempting.”

The alarm was still ringing, muted since they were in the office, but she still heard it easily. “They’re looking for us.” So you don’t have time for a bite. Keep those teeth away from me.

“Let them look. The longer we stay in here, the more the guards will disperse as they break up and search the facility.”

His gaze had focused on her mouth.

Her own eyes kept dropping to his mouth, too, and it was only partially out of fear.

“I’m prepared now,” he told her. “I swear, I won’t ever lose control with you again. I give you my word.”