been up to?” Rachel asked them as she poured wine into crystal glasses.
Did Rachel assume they were a couple? Emma shifted and their thighs touched. She jerked away and Cyn turned to her, his lips curled up in a sly smile.
“I am providing protection for Emma, for a few days,” Cyn replied to Rachel’s question. “She has a high-level demon after her.”
“Well Emma, don’t worry.” Rachel gave her a reassuring smile. “You are in good hands. Cyn is a great Protector.”
Emma nodded, preferring to keep quiet and the odds of saying something wrong as low as possible.
Cyn gave her one of his wide smiles. “I intend to keep her very safe.”
Damn him.
Emma tore her eyes from his mouth. The urge to reach out and touch him became so strong that she balled her hands into fists.
What the hell was wrong with her? The awareness of him overwhelmed her and it was beginning to annoy her.
She slid off the barstool and walked around the counter toward Rachel.
“Can I help you with anything?” Emma asked, already reaching for the wine glasses in Rachel’s hands.
“Not really. Everything is ready,” Rachel replied as she reached for her own glass and took a sip of wine.
Emma went to place Cyn’s glass on the counter in front of him, but he reached out to take it from her. When his fingers brushed her hand, a tingle raced up her arm. She snatched her hand away hoping that he didn’t notice.
She backed away and spoke to Rachel, “The food smells delicious.” Which was the truth, it did. After only a grilled cheese sandwich to eat all day, Emma looked forward to a full meal.
Rachel placed the dish onto a tray and then carried it to the dining table.
“I’ll call the boys. Why don’t you two go ahead and sit?” Rachel told them. As they sat, Rachel studied Cyn for a moment. Emotions flickered across her beautiful face. Her eyes shimmered as she glanced toward the living room before she spoke, “Any news?”
“No, sorry,” Cyn replied.
Emma knew they referred to Roderick and her gut twisted.
Cyn did not meet Emma’s eyes when Rachel went to get the boys.
Why didn’t Cyn want to tell Rachel Roderick was alive? Sure that he had his reasons, Emma remained quiet.
Dinner was delicious. The wine along with Rachel’s easy-going nature and the boy’s chatter throughout the meal helped Emma relax some.
During the meal, Emma caught several glances between Cyn and Rachel. In all probability, they tried to figure out if she was a friend or foe.
She was neither — just desperate.
As the adults finished up dessert, the boys announced they were done and ran back to the living room to continue playing the video game.
Throughout the meal, Cyn was subdued. He would just answer a question and return to his food without elaboration. When his cell phone rang, he left the room to talk in private.
Rachel swirled the wine around in her glass, her face pensive. “Earlier when Cyn called me, he told me you could see demons and knew about the Protectors. How do you know these things? How did you get in trouble with demons?” she took a sip of wine and leaned back in her chair, waiting for Emma to answer.
A strong surge of energy moved through her, Emma stilled and blocked Rachel’s reading of her. The source of her power became clear to Emma. Rachel was an empath. She could read emotions and feelings.
Great .
Emma ensured her thoughts and emotions were blocked. Since she wasn’t sure what all she was supposed to tell Rachel, she decided it was easier to stick as close the truth as possible. “I can see demons for what they are, I am not sure why, but I have always been able to see them. I learned about the Protectors overhearing demons talk at a bar, The Inferno, where my sister and I went a couple of times. I sought out Cyn because I need his help. The demons have my sister and I need him to help me rescue her.”
“I’m sorry Emma.” Rachel turned away but not before Emma saw her anguished
Did Rachel assume they were a couple? Emma shifted and their thighs touched. She jerked away and Cyn turned to her, his lips curled up in a sly smile.
“I am providing protection for Emma, for a few days,” Cyn replied to Rachel’s question. “She has a high-level demon after her.”
“Well Emma, don’t worry.” Rachel gave her a reassuring smile. “You are in good hands. Cyn is a great Protector.”
Emma nodded, preferring to keep quiet and the odds of saying something wrong as low as possible.
Cyn gave her one of his wide smiles. “I intend to keep her very safe.”
Damn him.
Emma tore her eyes from his mouth. The urge to reach out and touch him became so strong that she balled her hands into fists.
What the hell was wrong with her? The awareness of him overwhelmed her and it was beginning to annoy her.
She slid off the barstool and walked around the counter toward Rachel.
“Can I help you with anything?” Emma asked, already reaching for the wine glasses in Rachel’s hands.
“Not really. Everything is ready,” Rachel replied as she reached for her own glass and took a sip of wine.
Emma went to place Cyn’s glass on the counter in front of him, but he reached out to take it from her. When his fingers brushed her hand, a tingle raced up her arm. She snatched her hand away hoping that he didn’t notice.
She backed away and spoke to Rachel, “The food smells delicious.” Which was the truth, it did. After only a grilled cheese sandwich to eat all day, Emma looked forward to a full meal.
Rachel placed the dish onto a tray and then carried it to the dining table.
“I’ll call the boys. Why don’t you two go ahead and sit?” Rachel told them. As they sat, Rachel studied Cyn for a moment. Emotions flickered across her beautiful face. Her eyes shimmered as she glanced toward the living room before she spoke, “Any news?”
“No, sorry,” Cyn replied.
Emma knew they referred to Roderick and her gut twisted.
Cyn did not meet Emma’s eyes when Rachel went to get the boys.
Why didn’t Cyn want to tell Rachel Roderick was alive? Sure that he had his reasons, Emma remained quiet.
Dinner was delicious. The wine along with Rachel’s easy-going nature and the boy’s chatter throughout the meal helped Emma relax some.
During the meal, Emma caught several glances between Cyn and Rachel. In all probability, they tried to figure out if she was a friend or foe.
She was neither — just desperate.
As the adults finished up dessert, the boys announced they were done and ran back to the living room to continue playing the video game.
Throughout the meal, Cyn was subdued. He would just answer a question and return to his food without elaboration. When his cell phone rang, he left the room to talk in private.
Rachel swirled the wine around in her glass, her face pensive. “Earlier when Cyn called me, he told me you could see demons and knew about the Protectors. How do you know these things? How did you get in trouble with demons?” she took a sip of wine and leaned back in her chair, waiting for Emma to answer.
A strong surge of energy moved through her, Emma stilled and blocked Rachel’s reading of her. The source of her power became clear to Emma. Rachel was an empath. She could read emotions and feelings.
Great .
Emma ensured her thoughts and emotions were blocked. Since she wasn’t sure what all she was supposed to tell Rachel, she decided it was easier to stick as close the truth as possible. “I can see demons for what they are, I am not sure why, but I have always been able to see them. I learned about the Protectors overhearing demons talk at a bar, The Inferno, where my sister and I went a couple of times. I sought out Cyn because I need his help. The demons have my sister and I need him to help me rescue her.”
“I’m sorry Emma.” Rachel turned away but not before Emma saw her anguished
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