Wicked Deal (Shadow Guild: The Rebel 2)

“That as well.”

“I don’t know how to process this.”

“Why don’t you start by following me out of here?”

She drew in an unsteady breath and nodded. “Hell, yes. Let’s go.”

4

Carrow

I followed the Devil out of the horrible old church, moving at a quick pace alongside him. I didn’t want to spend a second more in that hellish place. Cordelia followed silently at my heels.

My mind spun as we walked through the damp, dark hallways.

He wanted me.

Not just my power.

Me.

I couldn’t deny it. I could feel it coming off him like a heady scent that spun my mind and caressed my skin. I’d felt it during our near kiss, and I’d definitely felt it when he’d bitten me. That bite had been better than any sex I’d ever had.

To be fair, it had all been mediocre sex, but still.

I shot him a surreptitious glance, taking in his lean, powerful grace. He was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen, but also the most terrifying. Not just for his magic, but for his physical power as well.

His strength and speed, not to mention his charm, were enough to get him whatever he wanted in life. Add his mind control powers to it, and no one could mount a defense against him.

Except me.

His powers didn’t work on me.

He was stronger than me, but my mind was my own.

Except for the fact that I wanted him right back, but it would do me no good if I gave in to those damned instincts.

Cursed Mate.

Especially given that little prophecy that I didn’t understand. Did he know about it?

We approached the main exit, and the sight of the two figures by the door drew my mind from the Devil.

The guards watched us as we left, and I barely resisted hissing at them. Garreth and Penelope. Their names were going on my list of people to avoid.

The afternoon sun welcomed us as we walked out onto the massive front steps of the church. The square spread before of us, its pale stone gleaming. Cordelia disappeared immediately, and I couldn’t blame her.

Mac, who’d clearly been waiting outside, launched herself at me. “You’re out!”

She threw her arms around me and squeezed tight. I hugged her back. “You’ve been hanging around out here?”

“Of course.” She pulled back and looked at me like I was crazy. “I’d have been in there, too, if Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum hadn’t kept me out.”

I grinned. “Thanks, Mac.”

“Duh, I’ve got your back.” She grabbed my arm, obviously ignoring the Devil. “Come on, we’re getting out of here.”

“Not quite yet.” The Devil’s voice was quiet but commanding. It wrapped around me and squeezed, like an overly tight hug that I both liked and loathed.