worry.”
“Thank God.” Darci tucked back her loose hair with shaky fingers. “And Declan? How is he?”
“Still mad.” A long sigh escaped Grace. “I guess it will take some time for the fear to leave us — Dars, are you okay? You don’t sound like yourself.”
“I'm fine. Just a little tired. I worked late last night. I didn't mean to get you up—”
“It’s okay. The baby keeps me up with all with the kicking,” she said with wry laughter. “Take care of yourself, hun. I’ll see you soon.”
She ended the call and Darci stared at the display, misery and anxiety sweeping through her. She could never tell Grace or Declan of her near abduction. But she needed her family. She didn't want to be alone.
“You could always stay here.”
At Blaéz’s quiet words, her gaze rushed to where he stood near the turret window opposite her. She met his steady gaze. Yes, he would keep her safe, she knew that instinctively. Everything in her wanted to say yes. Blaéz made her feel things she’d never thought possible. But she barely knew him. No, she had to go. He clouded her thoughts, and she needed to think this through.
“Thank you, but I’ll be fine.” And because she had to know, she asked, “Who— what are you?”
The man was deadly, ruthless, and had formidable psychic abilities to be able to tear off car doors and throw men around with just his mind.
He stared at her for a quiet second then shrugged. “I keep the streets safe.”
From thugs like those who’d hurt her, hurt Daniel? He didn't look like a cop, even with that closed-off expression, muscular build, and short hair. “Are you in some kind of special force or something?”
“Or something,” he murmured. His gaze lowered. “There’s still blood on your hands. Why don’t you go get cleaned up? Have a shower. Echo left you a change of clothes.”
So he didn't like talking about himself? Okay, she got that. A little disappointed, she rose and rubbed her arms.
“Who’s Declan?”
At the unexpected question, Darci glanced back and met his cool, determined stare. Was he…? No, of course not. A man like him wouldn’t be jealous. Heat spiraled low in her belly at the thought. She found her voice and answered. “My brother. Where’s the bathroom?”
He nodded to the door on the right of the fireplace. “Through the dressing room.”
Darci took the clothes from the bed and escaped. If she stayed and continued looking into those burning pale eyes, she’d probably agree to anything he wanted.
***
Why wouldn’t she stay? Hell, females came on to him all the time, so why would she say no to his request?
Blaéz rubbed a hand over his sternum, trying to rein in emotions that had him feeling as if trapped in a cyclone of sensations, and encountered the damp slit in his shirt. Absently, he fingered the rip.
He understood supernatural evil wasn’t after her. He couldn’t make her stay like Aethan had done with Echo when she’d become a target for demons hunting psychic females. But then the Empyrean’s mate was something totally different.
And Darci? She was just human.
He dropped his hand from his bloodied shirt and headed back into the dressing room. As he changed his clothes, the woman in the bathroom drew him like a magnet. All his senses attuned to her. At the sounds of the rustling shower, an image of water sliding down her deliciously sexy body filled his head.
Ah, Christ. Why the hell was he torturing himself this way?
Celt?
At Michael’s telepathic intrusion, Blaéz put his thoughts in lockdown and walked out of his quarters.
The archangel approached from down the corridor, all hard-eyed. “She’s okay?”
“As much as someone who’s been traumatized can be.” Blaéz shut the door behind him. He fully understood why Michael had shown up, and concern wasn't the reason.
“Say what you have to, Arc.”
“She cannot stay.”
Blaéz’s mouth flattened. He remained silent.
“There is no cause. Once she’s
“Thank God.” Darci tucked back her loose hair with shaky fingers. “And Declan? How is he?”
“Still mad.” A long sigh escaped Grace. “I guess it will take some time for the fear to leave us — Dars, are you okay? You don’t sound like yourself.”
“I'm fine. Just a little tired. I worked late last night. I didn't mean to get you up—”
“It’s okay. The baby keeps me up with all with the kicking,” she said with wry laughter. “Take care of yourself, hun. I’ll see you soon.”
She ended the call and Darci stared at the display, misery and anxiety sweeping through her. She could never tell Grace or Declan of her near abduction. But she needed her family. She didn't want to be alone.
“You could always stay here.”
At Blaéz’s quiet words, her gaze rushed to where he stood near the turret window opposite her. She met his steady gaze. Yes, he would keep her safe, she knew that instinctively. Everything in her wanted to say yes. Blaéz made her feel things she’d never thought possible. But she barely knew him. No, she had to go. He clouded her thoughts, and she needed to think this through.
“Thank you, but I’ll be fine.” And because she had to know, she asked, “Who— what are you?”
The man was deadly, ruthless, and had formidable psychic abilities to be able to tear off car doors and throw men around with just his mind.
He stared at her for a quiet second then shrugged. “I keep the streets safe.”
From thugs like those who’d hurt her, hurt Daniel? He didn't look like a cop, even with that closed-off expression, muscular build, and short hair. “Are you in some kind of special force or something?”
“Or something,” he murmured. His gaze lowered. “There’s still blood on your hands. Why don’t you go get cleaned up? Have a shower. Echo left you a change of clothes.”
So he didn't like talking about himself? Okay, she got that. A little disappointed, she rose and rubbed her arms.
“Who’s Declan?”
At the unexpected question, Darci glanced back and met his cool, determined stare. Was he…? No, of course not. A man like him wouldn’t be jealous. Heat spiraled low in her belly at the thought. She found her voice and answered. “My brother. Where’s the bathroom?”
He nodded to the door on the right of the fireplace. “Through the dressing room.”
Darci took the clothes from the bed and escaped. If she stayed and continued looking into those burning pale eyes, she’d probably agree to anything he wanted.
***
Why wouldn’t she stay? Hell, females came on to him all the time, so why would she say no to his request?
Blaéz rubbed a hand over his sternum, trying to rein in emotions that had him feeling as if trapped in a cyclone of sensations, and encountered the damp slit in his shirt. Absently, he fingered the rip.
He understood supernatural evil wasn’t after her. He couldn’t make her stay like Aethan had done with Echo when she’d become a target for demons hunting psychic females. But then the Empyrean’s mate was something totally different.
And Darci? She was just human.
He dropped his hand from his bloodied shirt and headed back into the dressing room. As he changed his clothes, the woman in the bathroom drew him like a magnet. All his senses attuned to her. At the sounds of the rustling shower, an image of water sliding down her deliciously sexy body filled his head.
Ah, Christ. Why the hell was he torturing himself this way?
Celt?
At Michael’s telepathic intrusion, Blaéz put his thoughts in lockdown and walked out of his quarters.
The archangel approached from down the corridor, all hard-eyed. “She’s okay?”
“As much as someone who’s been traumatized can be.” Blaéz shut the door behind him. He fully understood why Michael had shown up, and concern wasn't the reason.
“Say what you have to, Arc.”
“She cannot stay.”
Blaéz’s mouth flattened. He remained silent.
“There is no cause. Once she’s
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