Hunter's Surrender. Anna Hackett

stabbed the stake through the vamp’s chakra and didn’t wait to watch him fall.

      “Just you and me, vishuddha,” the tall vampire said.

      Rand straightened and eyed his final foe. The vampire had used the formal name for Rand’s kind. He was a descendant of a pure-blood vishuddha, the rare child resulting from the union of vampire and human.

      Gifted with enhanced strength and senses, and a much longer life than humans, vishuddha made the perfect hunters of vampires.

      He was doing what he’d been born to do.

      They flew at each other and went crashing to the ground. At six foot five, Rand was bigger, but the vampire was strong. They wrestled and Rand felt the scrape of sharp fangs on his cheek.

      “I’ll take your blood, Darkness. And I’ll make it hurt.”

      Fangs ripped at the side of Rand’s neck and he felt his flesh tear. For a second, he relished the pain. Then he thrust a fist at the vampire’s head.

      Rand had never let a vampire feed from him and he wasn’t starting now.

      He’d been hardened in the blood and pain of many battles. One unbalanced rogue wouldn’t be his undoing.

      Raising an arm, Rand rammed the metal stake into the vampire’s back. The tip pierced his heart from behind.

      With a garbled cry, the vampire slumped forward, heart chakra destroyed.

      Sucking in a deep breath, Rand rolled the body off him. He pushed to his feet.

      Another monster dead.

      He stared at his bloody hands and the stake resting in them. It was all he knew. Blood. Death. Darkness. What would his father think of him?

      Before Rand could clean his stake, headlights cut across the desert, blinding him. A car jerked to a halt on the rough ground, doors opened.

      “Police! Stay where you are and drop your weapon.”

      Damn. Someone from the bar must’ve spotted them. He’d hoped when he’d lured the vamps out of the bar—and away from the humans they’d been planning to snack on—that no one would notice.

      Rand didn’t move. He tried to avoid humans, especially the authorities. They knew nothing of the beings existing alongside them. And it was best it stayed that way.

      Still, he wasn’t going to hurt them. He dropped his stake into the sand. He was damned good at killing but he wouldn’t injure an innocent.

      “Cuff him,” one of the officers said.

      A shadow moved forward. Rand’s eyes adjusted and he saw an older cop by the car, gun aimed at Rand’s chest.

      A younger one approached him with cautious steps. Rand saw the officer’s eyes stray to one of the vampires. Dead, fangs retracted, they looked like humans.

      How in hell was he going to get out of this?

      The young cop swallowed. “You’re under arrest—”

      “Now, you don’t want to do that, chéri.”

      The female voice floated through the night like an angel’s song. It stroked over Rand’s nerve endings like caressing fingers, setting his body aflame.

      She came out of the darkness like an underworld goddess. Tall, slender, pale skin glowing in the dark. She wore a white leather catsuit, which should have looked ridiculous, but only accented slim curves and feminine limbs. A fall of raven hair reached her waist.

      Light in the darkness. Rand blinked, unable to look away.

      She stopped, pressed a hand to her hip and looked at the cops. “I believe you were leaving. You saw nothing here that concerns you.” The older cop nodded. “Yes, ma’am. You’re right. Let’s go, Johnson.”

      The younger man stared at her with glazed eyes. “We were leaving. Nothing here that concerns us.”

      Rand fought his body’s instinctive urge to follow the men.

      The woman sauntered forward, moving with a liquid grace that mesmerized. She patted Johnson’s cheek, then watched them get in their car and drive away.

      Then she turned to Rand.

      A searing pain hit him between the eyes. Her unearthly beauty struck him like a blow to the head and his body hardened. Her features were perfect—slim nose, sharp cheekbones, sensual lips and eyes the color of amethysts.

      Eyes that held an impossible blend of experience and innocence.

      Innocence? He snorted. The brow chakra belonged to the ajna. Those born to vampire parents, the equivalent to undead royalty.

      The strongest and most powerful of all the vampires.

      But even knowing what she was, his hands itched to run over her marble-smooth skin. She pumped off sensuality like heat off a roaring fire.

      Unblinking violet eyes watched him. “I’ve been looking for you.”

      Rand watched her, his mind racing for a way to survive her attack. She looked young, but she felt powerful. Ajna were the only vampires strong enough to survive the rush of solar energy through their chakras and walk in the sun. They were damned hard to kill.

      It’d been an ajna that had destroyed his father. Since then Rand had tangled with only one in his career and even with his enhanced healing abilities, it’d taken two months for him to recover.

      She tilted her head. “Don’t you speak?”

      “Not with vampires,” he growled.

      She crossed her arms under her breasts, accenting her already mind-scrambling cleavage. “Well, you will talk to me.”

      Used to giving orders, this one. What the hell did an ajna want to talk to him for? “You think so?”

      Her nod sent a ripple through her shiny hair. “I have a deal for you, Darkness.”

      Dominique had never expected The Darkness to be so big, so broad or so…wild.

      When she’d set out to find him, she’d never given any thought to what he looked like. She’d only cared about his reputation. Amongst vampires, he was known as the biggest and baddest of the vampire hunters.

      And Dominique needed big and bad.

      She studied his large form—massive shoulders, a wall of chest and roped muscles under his worn jeans and black T-shirt. Shaggy brown hair threaded with the glint of gold hung to his shoulders. His eyes were moss-green and filled with shadows.

      A throb of heat went through her, weakening her limbs. Energy washed over her, clogging her throat—the chakra of the vishuddha.

      Dieu, she’d never felt energy like this—scalding hot. She swallowed and fought for control. She’d never realized how cold she’d been until now.

      Dominique was raised to have exquisite control of her energies. Her calm, controlled parents never let their energies run wild.

      The thought of her parents reminded Dominique why she was here. A shiver wracked her. The energy in her drained away, leaving her deathly cold.

      Please let this man be the one who could save her and her family. Save her from the ruthless vampire determined to make her his possession and kill her parents if she refused. She resisted the urge to squeeze her hands together and forced them to stay at her sides.

      “I don’t deal with vampires.” The hunter’s deep voice was little more than a growl. It skittered down Dominique’s spine.

      She sensed the power vibrating off him. He wasn’t pure-blood, but if the rumors were true, his grandfather had been a full vishuddha, so Rand Wilder was still very powerful.

      He’d certainly wasted no time dispatching the six anaharta.

      But