Amal leaned close and whispered, “A new love interest?”
“Never. She’s a LaSalle,” I snapped, too quickly. Unfortunately, Amal
could probably smell the desire that plagued my mind the minute Savannah
showed up.
Her hips swayed as she crossed the parking lot, and I forced my
smoldering arousal down, reminding myself that Savannah was the reason
my pack was under threat.
I tensed as she drew near. “Nice of you to show. At last.”
“Better late than never.” She shot me a glare, then extended her hand to
Amal. “Hi, I’m Savy. You two must work for the Order.”
Amal shook Savannah’s hand. “I’m Amal, and this is Neve. We’re
hunting Kahanov. It’s good to meet the woman he’s after. I’ve got a lot of
questions for you.”
“Likewise,” Savannah said.
Neve shook her hand as well. “Your illustrations helped us identify him.
You’re quite the gifted artist.”
Savannah’s expression darkened. “That bastard turned my life into a
nightmare. Even if I never saw his face, it’s hard to forget the details of
someone like that.”
A jolt of anger and protectiveness tightened the muscles in my arm.
“Let’s go,” I growled.
“What’s at Bentham?” Savannah asked as we headed toward the two-
prop boat waiting for us in the marina. “Jaxson mentioned a bloodthirsty
devil.”
Neve nodded, her mood suddenly dark. “Kahanov escaped from Bentham
with the help of a devil known as the Ripper. He might know what
Kahanov’s plans were. It’s all we’ve got to go on, so we’re going to bash him
around a bit until he coughs up something useful. He’s a real bastard.”
A cold wind whipped around us, and the boats at the dock started bobbing
gently in the breeze. Neve had a temper, and when it rose, so did the storms.