There was broken glass in the car and glittering outside on the ground.
Strong arms reached for Lisa then a black tuxedo jacket was momentarily wrapped around her shoulders.
Bane spoke softly, "I'm here. Stop crying."
Now that she was no longer being tormented her tears had begun to flow and Lisa hadn't even noticed until Bane pointed it out.
There was so much left unsaid between them but for now she felt safe as he cradled her in his arms.
Bane sniffed, "he sprayed you with a top tier knock off version of the Devil's Piss if it was the real aphrodisiac you would be unable to think coherently at this moment.
So Bane could smell that she was covered in that strange drug.
It was supposed to be more potent than ecstasy she figured but it hadn't worked like Robert expected.
Lisa got the impression it was supposed to be a fast acting drug.
With all the booze and drugs in her system recently perhaps she built up a resistance to its effects, it just didn't make sense.
Bane carried her away from Robert's car as his personal guards came running over.
"Dispose of the car and what's left of him," ordered Bane.
She stared over his shoulders and saw a disturbing sight; a mound of melting ash and bones with smoke still wafting out from it.
Whatever Bane had done to Robert had definitely cooked him to a crisp, if she had not been there then she would not have believed that charcoal lump had once been human.
Robert had not been a normal human and she realized now that neither was she.
The analytical side of her brain felt like she should catch the next flight and hightail it out of there.
Now she realized why Bane had used his tuxedo to lift her off of the car seat and was very careful not to touch any part of her skin.
She needed to return to her suite and get under the shower immediately.
Suddenly her skin felt extra sensitive and just the sound of Bane exhaling was turning her on.
The last thing they needed was to complicate things further between them by having sex.
"I can walk. So put me down," she told him but Bane didn't listen.
He walked with her across the parking lot not stopping until they were near the front entrance of the hotel.
One of my men is bringing a detox for you, take it after a shower and go straight to bed.
"I was going to shower and get back to work," said Lisa.
"Out of the question, with the Devil's Piss flowing through your system you are like rich nectar and until you take the detox you'll attract more insects for me to crush. Besides, as my wife you won't need to work anymore once you are back to normal we'll finally have a proper conversation."
One of his guards came and whispered something in his ears and Bane cursed.
The expensive detox had been stored in the office vault that only he and his brother knew the password to open it.
Bane thought about taking Lisa with him but he didn't want the staff or guests to see her disheveled and intoxicated state, the less attention they drew to themselves the better.
"Stay with her until I return," ordered Bane.
His security detail had been with him for many years, he trusted them or he would never have thought of leaving Lisa with him in her current condition.
Native Indian with long black hair that he kept in a neat braided ponytail to give the impression that his hair was short.
Also dressed in a similar black Italian cut suit as his boss, it was also tailored to perfection.
The yellow tie that he wore matched the color of his eyes.
Nothing else stood out about him as his job meant he needed to be able to blend into the background.
Normally, not the talkative type, he stood stonily across from her, occasionally listening to the sounds coming through on his walkie talkie.
Lisa was just as surprised as he was when the stoic guard broke the silence.
"What's that delicious smell?"
After sniffing the air again, the bodyguard realized it wasn't coming from any plant in the garden but from the young woman seated on the bench.
His lips parted and Lisa watched as the bodyguard's canines extended.
She shuddered with fear at the sight of his sharp teeth.
Lycan, a voice in her head screamed and she felt paralyzed with fear as perspiration soaked the curve of her back.
She shifted her hand a bit and his eyes followed in a trance, he was acting like a predator with smaller prey in his line of sight.
Lisa struggled not to show any alarm or do anything that would provoke the beast but she wanted to put space between them and started inching towards the other end of the bench.
Her heart pounded, she couldn't look away from his yellow eyes.
Ever since she met Bane her life had been turned upside down.
Now it seemed that all supernatural creatures in her vicinity were making their presence known like they considered Lisa one of them.
"Stop, don't come any closer. Trust me you don't want to do this," she advised.
Already intoxicated with her smell the Lycan was beyond reasoning as it slowly and deliberately moved closer.
Practically salivating and foaming at the mouth to taste her.
Heaven help her, it was only a matter of time before it lost its sanity and attacked.
Lisa looked around wildly for anything she could use as a weapon to defend herself.
His wolfish eyes grew fervent and he spoke, "You are not human but I don't recognise your smell mixed with the Devil's Piss."
"Down boy…Your boss won't be pleased with you if you cause me any harm," warned Lisa.
"Call me Micah, I could never hurt you," he whispered in her right ear. "Sex with a Lycan will be the best time of your life."
Micah was so close the stubble from his beard rubbed against her skin and it tickled.
After he made the mistake of coming into contact with her skin, he lost the last of his careful control.
A maddening flood of desire rushed through his veins and Lisa's flesh had goosebumps from the heat radiating off of him.
"I'm commanding you to stop," she said, tensing up and bracing herself for another fight that night.
Micah laughed and got ready to pounce, "I'm a male lycan, you have no authority over me."