Joseph’s, would she have strayed?
Where the hell had that thought come from? Her sexual encounters were much different from his fantasy about her. Lately sex was all about booze and bloodsucking. Maybe that was why she was becoming obsessed by the image of Domiel holding her so close in his dream. Tenderness was foreign to her.
She shot to her feet and brushed past him. She normally didn’t fantasize about anyone. But with him … she was beginning to even care what he thought about her. Not good. Too soon they would face off if her time ran out and she wasn’t ready to go back. Hell, she wasn’t even sure she could clear her name in the small amount of time he’d given her. When that time ended, she’d either run or be forced to kill him. Not exactly a good way to start off a relationship.
She shut the bathroom door and leaned against it, glad to have a moment to herself. She didn’t have time for this kind of thinking, but she couldn’t stop it. The thoughts made her realize that he’d never answered her previous question from the night before, and though she was glad for the reprieve from his presence, she found she wanted to know what he thought.
“Domiel?” she called out from the bathroom.
“Yeah?”
His voice was close, just on the other side of the door. She wanted to see his face when he answered, so she opened the door. “Do you think I’m guilty?”
He took a deep breath and leaned against the wall. “I think normally you’re quiet. Graceful. Beautiful and breathtaking. You’re loyal to your friends, and you do what’s asked of you. But more than anything, you do whatever it takes to get the job done. I’m thinking you get that from Alexia. Don’t forget that I saw you jump out of a speeding vehicle right after you hijacked a plane and hotwired a car, all to escape the Alliance. That doesn’t scream innocent to me.”
His words did what everything else she’d been through in the last few hours could not. Lexie told her that she was a target of the Alliance—an organization filled with the oldest and most lethally trained immortals in existence. And Kelsey had been an assassin in the Alliance long enough to comprehend one important fact.
No one escaped the Alliance.
Well, fuck that shit. The Alliance was being played. The incubus was setting her up, and apparently he was doing a damn good job of it. Now she had to figure out how he was doing it.
She took her clothes off and started the shower. Once in, she lay down in the tub as though she were having a bath, the cold porcelain chilling her.
She closed her eyes and did something she should have done from the very beginning. Though she believed the demon was the one framing her, there were a few individuals she could check out, enemies she’d made along the journey of life. The demonic terror that haunted her dreams was number one on her list, though she had to look at every angle and every enemy she had. A few vampires hadn’t appreciated her hand in delivering Alliance force when she’d assassinated their friends or family. She needed any clues she could get.
For Ambrose’s sake, she hoped he was sitting down.
* * * *
Kelsey had been silent for so long, Domiel had no idea of what she was doing. She could be connecting with Alexia, or committing the crimes she claimed she was innocent of, all under the guise of taking a shower. He’d given her forty-eight hours to clear her name, so he couldn’t exactly fault her for the way she used the time. But he couldn’t turn a blind eye, either.
He pounded on the bathroom door, knowing he was a putz for allowing this to happen. Kelsey has a way about her once you get to know her…
After a few seconds the door flew open and she pushed past him in a towel. “What do you want, rookie?”
He followed her into the master bedroom. “What were you doing?”
She tossed the towel to the floor and kept her back to him. “I connected to Ambrose.”
Jesus, she had a nice ass. Her
Where the hell had that thought come from? Her sexual encounters were much different from his fantasy about her. Lately sex was all about booze and bloodsucking. Maybe that was why she was becoming obsessed by the image of Domiel holding her so close in his dream. Tenderness was foreign to her.
She shot to her feet and brushed past him. She normally didn’t fantasize about anyone. But with him … she was beginning to even care what he thought about her. Not good. Too soon they would face off if her time ran out and she wasn’t ready to go back. Hell, she wasn’t even sure she could clear her name in the small amount of time he’d given her. When that time ended, she’d either run or be forced to kill him. Not exactly a good way to start off a relationship.
She shut the bathroom door and leaned against it, glad to have a moment to herself. She didn’t have time for this kind of thinking, but she couldn’t stop it. The thoughts made her realize that he’d never answered her previous question from the night before, and though she was glad for the reprieve from his presence, she found she wanted to know what he thought.
“Domiel?” she called out from the bathroom.
“Yeah?”
His voice was close, just on the other side of the door. She wanted to see his face when he answered, so she opened the door. “Do you think I’m guilty?”
He took a deep breath and leaned against the wall. “I think normally you’re quiet. Graceful. Beautiful and breathtaking. You’re loyal to your friends, and you do what’s asked of you. But more than anything, you do whatever it takes to get the job done. I’m thinking you get that from Alexia. Don’t forget that I saw you jump out of a speeding vehicle right after you hijacked a plane and hotwired a car, all to escape the Alliance. That doesn’t scream innocent to me.”
His words did what everything else she’d been through in the last few hours could not. Lexie told her that she was a target of the Alliance—an organization filled with the oldest and most lethally trained immortals in existence. And Kelsey had been an assassin in the Alliance long enough to comprehend one important fact.
No one escaped the Alliance.
Well, fuck that shit. The Alliance was being played. The incubus was setting her up, and apparently he was doing a damn good job of it. Now she had to figure out how he was doing it.
She took her clothes off and started the shower. Once in, she lay down in the tub as though she were having a bath, the cold porcelain chilling her.
She closed her eyes and did something she should have done from the very beginning. Though she believed the demon was the one framing her, there were a few individuals she could check out, enemies she’d made along the journey of life. The demonic terror that haunted her dreams was number one on her list, though she had to look at every angle and every enemy she had. A few vampires hadn’t appreciated her hand in delivering Alliance force when she’d assassinated their friends or family. She needed any clues she could get.
For Ambrose’s sake, she hoped he was sitting down.
* * * *
Kelsey had been silent for so long, Domiel had no idea of what she was doing. She could be connecting with Alexia, or committing the crimes she claimed she was innocent of, all under the guise of taking a shower. He’d given her forty-eight hours to clear her name, so he couldn’t exactly fault her for the way she used the time. But he couldn’t turn a blind eye, either.
He pounded on the bathroom door, knowing he was a putz for allowing this to happen. Kelsey has a way about her once you get to know her…
After a few seconds the door flew open and she pushed past him in a towel. “What do you want, rookie?”
He followed her into the master bedroom. “What were you doing?”
She tossed the towel to the floor and kept her back to him. “I connected to Ambrose.”
Jesus, she had a nice ass. Her
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