Free Guild Hunter 02 - Angels' Flight by authors_sort Page A

serve Nazarach anyway. But seeing the way Nazarach’s hand moved on Monique’s head, Ashwini knew very well that the angel understood there was something between the beautiful vampire and the leader of the Fox kiss. And he would use that knowledge to torment Callan whenever and however he felt like it.
     
    There was no blood that night. Not any that could be seen. But as Ashwini watched Simone slide to her knees on Nazarach’s other side, she understood that some wounds bled rivers of pain that stained both people and places. Simone’s silent screams were already weaving themselves into the grace
 

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    A shwini had never been more glad to get out of a place. Leaving at first light, she didn’t draw a clear breath until the taxi was at least ten minutes from the plantation house.
    “You sensed things in Nazarach’s home,” Janvier commented from beside her.
     
    “Not just his home.” If she’d had to touch Nazarach…  Her soul shrank from the horror. “Then there’s Antoine. Even Simone. She’s done some nasty things in her time.”
     
    “And still you feel sorry for her.” Janvier sighed. “Why am I the only one you never feel sorry for?”
     
    “Because you’re a pain in the ass.”
     
    A masculine laugh as the taxi driver brought them to a stop at the train station. Paying him, she got out and grabbed her duffel while Janvier did the same with his. Callan had returned both early this morning, his eyes holding the promise of future retaliation.
     
    “So,” Janvier said as she found some cash to buy a ticket from the machine, “we are back to being adversaries?”
     
    “I owe you a favor. I won’t forget.”
     
    “Neither will I.” Reaching forward when she took the ticket and turned, he cupped her cheek. “If I asked you to trust me, Ashwini, what would you say?”
     
    “Words mean squat. It’s the doing that counts.” And because he’d bled for her, she raised her hand to his cheek, putting them in perfect harmony. “Thank you.”
     
    His expression shifted, becoming starkly intimate in the hush of the early-morning platform. “Stay with me. I’ll showyou things that’ll make you laugh in delight, scream in passion, cry for the sheer joy of it.”
     
    He knew her, she thought. Knew her well enough to offer her the wildest of rides. “You’ve started the doing,” she murmured, “but you’ve got a way to go.”
     
    “Who hurt you,
cher
?” A gentle question, and yet she saw the chill intent in his eyes.
     
    Unsurprised he’d understood what she’d never told anyone, she shook her head. “No one you can kill.”
     
    A slow blink, lashes sweeping down to cover his eyes. When they swept back up, she expected to see the Cajun charmer again. But what met her was that same simmering darkness, that feeling he was ready to spill heart’s blood. “Do you love him?”
     
    “I did once,” she answered honestly. “Now I feel nothing.”
     
    “Liar.” His fingers moved on her skin, hot and real and mercifully quiet. “If you felt nothing, you wouldn’t run so far and hard.”
     
    Her spine went stiff, but she held his gaze as the train rolled into the station. “Maybe I run because I like it. The freedom, the excitement, why would I give that up?”
     
    “Part of you is the wind,” he murmured. “
Oui
, that is true. But even the wind sometimes rests.”
     
    Shaking her head, she slid her hand around the back of his neck, soaking in the intrinsically male heat of his skin. “Then consider me an endless storm.”
     
    The Cajun kissed exactly as he looked—raw and earthy and lazy… in the best way. The patience of him made her toes curl with the knowledge that he’d kiss her as exquisitely in other, softer, darker places. Agile hands stroking over her back, he held her to him as he explored her as thoroughly as she explored him. Decadent, sharp, wild, the taste of Janvier filled her mouth.
     
    And when she pulled away, he bit her lower lip. “Until