Otherworld crime was on the rise, with vamps, shifters, and magicks making more noise than ever. Old rules were being broken, lines crossed, and alliances built.
It wouldn’t be long before the otherworld came crashing down upon the human realm.
She looked past Kragen out into the night and let the warm whisper of air caress her heated cheeks. It tugged at her hair and she closed her eyes as long strands snaked out to ride the wind.
The breeze was fresh, tangy, and she inhaled deeply. It fed the sorrow that burned in her chest, and her muscles tightened painfully.
God, it would be wonderful to go to sleep and wake up in another time and place. One that didn’t suck as much as right now.
If Cormac was successful in locating the portal, they were all screwed. He’d unleash such legions of darkness upon the human realm that the world would never recover.
The goddamn underbelly of hell.
Julian had been there. He knew what was coming.
Forget about Castille.
She toyed with her food, not really listening to whatever the hell was falling from Kragen’s lips. Christ, the man talked more than Robin Williams on crack. She forced the last piece of steak past her throat and washed it down with the rest of her wine.
“—don’t you think?”
“What?” she asked as she rested her hands on the table.
Kragen frowned, and his tone was irritated. “I was just asking—”
She cut him off before he could continue because she really didn’t give a damn. Enough of the bull; it was time to party.
“Where’s Cormac?”
Kragen cocked an eyebrow, surprised.
“You do know where he is, correct?”
Kragen settled back in his chair, his freaky eyes luminous, reflecting the light from the candle on their table. His entire demeanor changed instantly.
Jaden took notice and sat up straighter, realizing the sorcerer had been playing her as well. The darkness that scratched below the surface of his skin bled through. The man was dangerous, and she couldn’t forget that.
“I feel like dessert.” The words were pure silk. The air had changed, and she felt a shift in the energy. “Something tasty and smooth.”
Her animal stirred once more, and her heart beat faster.
Why not walk on the wild side? Besides, it wasn’t like she could get anything accompli
shed here in the restaurant.
She stood in one fluid movement, smiling to herself as his eyes fell to her breasts. She leaned over the table, enjoying the game. Knowing if she moved to the right, he’d get a peek at the dusky tips that were still hard, aching, and unfulfilled.
“Something sweet?” she whispered softly.
It was amazing what a great rack could accomplish. It could reduce the most dangerous man to a pile of putty if used properly.
“We can continue our meeting in a more . . . private situation,” she said, then tossed her hair back, exhaling as she did so.
A soft breeze rippled across her skin, teasing the hot flesh, and suddenly she was filled with a need so intense her skin burned hot, like she’d been dipped in a fire. Everything blurred for a moment, and she stumbled briefly, regaining her balance just as fast.
Her eyes swept across the terrace, out toward the darkness, and she paused. Something was there, watching. The weird sensation lingered, then evaporated in the breeze.
“Are you all right?” Kragen asked politely though his eyes were focused on her breasts. Too bad the girls didn’t know how to speak. He’d have a heart attack for sure if they could answer.