Deadly Desire (Riley Jenson Guardian 7)

Something stirred against the soft, golden light infusing the corner-a wisp of thicker air that held no shape and couldn't even be defined as smoke.

Billy. Billy Cardwell, it said, the insubstantial voice young and confused.

I continued dancing, only half concentrating on the music. Another scarf went. Kye caught it and tossed it to one side, his gaze heated and expression intent. He looked for the world like a man who was enjoying his dance, but I knew the only thing he was intent on was listening in on my conversation with the soul.

Do you know what happened, Billy?

The soul stirred softly, a wisp with no features and no body that gently rotated.

She went ballistic, he answered. She attacked me.

Do you know why?

For a moment there was no answer, but the energy continued to build in the air, giving the soul the strength to speak.

She kept screaming "the bitch. I'll get the bitch for this."

Had she meant the teenager who hadn't shown up? Or me? What time was this?

He didn't answer for several seconds, then said, I had the room booked for seven-thirty, so it was just after that.

So the rage-and Billy's subsequent murder-had definitely happened before she'd gone on to slaughter Jason Burke and his lover. Meaning her rage, or her need to tear, had not been assuaged with Billy's death. Or maybe we were simply dealing with a mind that wasn't exactly chummy with sanity. Is that all?

The energy in the air was still building, until the small hairs along the nape of my neck were standing on end. Only then did the words come again.

She said something about no one stopping her from making them all pay.

Thank you, Billy. I hesitated, then added, It's safe to move on now. Well take care of her for you.

Maybe that was what he was waiting to hear, because the energy abruptly fell away, and the soul disintegrated, fleeing to whatever region of afterlife it was bound for.

I took a deep, shuddering breath that did little to clear the sudden wash of weakness from my limbs. Maybe Cole was right. Maybe the energy these souls were using to talk wasn't coming from the air around us, but from me.

Fuck, that was unreal, Kye muttered, suddenly looking as washed out as I felt. And I hope I'm never with you when another one of those pops up.

Oh, I don't think that's going to be a problem, I snapped back, although I wasn't entirely sure whether I was annoyed more with him, or with myself for not having the gumption to call in the Directorate and get this man locked up. It was too late now, despite my earlier threat. We were in the end game and simply couldn't afford to stop right now.

I just had to hope that my reluctance to do something about the man didn't end up being the biggest mistake I'd ever made in my life.

Chapter Ten

After tossing off the final scarf-leaving me in just the jeweled bodice and G-string-I leaned over, shaking my breasts in his face as I said, How much longer until the lights go out?

Even as I asked the question, the lights went out. As they did, Kye wrapped a hand around the back of my neck, dragging me close, and kissed me. This was no gentle kiss-it was fierce, hungry, and very erotic. A promise of what was to come, of what he wanted.

He let me go with the same sort of suddenness, and I staggered back a little before catching my balance. My lips felt puffy with the force of his kiss, and my body was in turmoil, desire fighting with common sense, one part of my soul fighting against the other.

Let's find this door, if there is one, he said, mind voice flat and controlled.

But he wasn't. I could feel the turmoil and desire raging through his body, and it was every bit as strong as mine. This wolf might want me, but he didn't want to want me.

We were fighting the same fight, and we were both losing.

I didn't answer, just walked across to the door and unlocked it. With the lights and security out, they'd probably evacuate the building, so maybe they'd think we'd already left the room.

I turned around and blinked to switch on the infrared of my vamp vision. The outline of the door was instantly obvious, tucked away in the far left corner.

Over here, I walked across and pulled the curtain back. The door was handprint and iris coded. Well, fuck.