arrogantly waving gray tail.
Sighing, she bent down to retrieve her key.
It was gone.
4
Edge picked up the key and slipped it into his pocket. Then he leaned against the wall and waited for Ganymede to leave. The cat thought he was at the top of the Big Boss’s food chain. But he couldn’t sense that Edge stood invisible close enough to reach out and touch Passion. Even
he
couldn’t see Death coming.
Edge forgot about his contempt for Ganymede, though, in the wake of what the cat had said about Passion. Angel? Not angel? What the hell was going on? Determined to find out, he waited until Passion was crouched, searching the floor for her key, before he walked back to the top of the stairs and became visible.
“Having a problem?” He tried to sound mild and nonthreatening as he walked toward her.
She gasped and rose to face him. “Where’d you come from?”
“Sorry that I startled you.” He wasn’t. “After Bain and I settled things, I decided you deserved an apology.” He didn’t miss the flash of fear in her eyes. Not surprising. His fight with Bain had been pretty spectacular.
“Is Bain okay?” She sounded concerned.
Something primitive and violent opened its eyes and tried to uncurl inside him. He shoved the feeling aside. He had no desire for strong emotions. They could be dangerous when you wielded Death’s sword. “He’s fine. And yes, I’m fine too. Thanks for asking.”
Passion ignored his sarcasm. “You have some explaining to do.” She glanced at the floor again. “I lost my room key.”
At least she didn’t
sound
scared. “I have a master.” Silently, he drew out his key and unlocked the door.
“So you can get in anytime you want? Wow, way to make me feel secure.” She didn’t try to hide her eagerness to escape him.
He kept his hand on the doorknob. “I’d like to come in for a few minutes.”
She glanced up at him and then away. He sensed her need to step inside and slam the door in his face, but beneath that need was something else, something he couldn’t read.
“If I let you in, I want explanations.” She didn’t look happy about the bargain she was proposing.
He nodded, and then he dropped his hand from the door. It had to be her decision. He wasn’t sure why. It’s not as though he couldn’t force her to tell him what he wanted to know and then be on his way. Edge pushed aside the sly voice in his head that suggested he wanted more than information from her.
She sighed, opening the door so he could slip inside. She didn’t close the door. “We’ll make this quick because my roommate will be back any minute.”
When had a roommate arrived? Male or female? She slid her fingers through her long pale hair, and he followed the motion with eyes he feared were a little too hungry.
“Okay, forget subtlety. If you try to strangle me and stuff my body under the bed, I’ll scream loud enough to raise the dead.” She frowned. “Forget the raise-the-dead part. No one can do that.”
“If I ever tried to kill you, I’d be a lot more creative than that.” He smiled. “Mind if I sit down?”
She didn’t return his smile. “You don’t need to sit down because you won’t be here that long. Oh, and I need a new key.” She paced over to the arrow slit that passed for a window and peered out into the darkness.
He sat down. She wouldn’t get rid of him that easily. Leaning back in one of the easy chairs grouped in the small sitting area, he spread his legs out in front of him. It felt good to sit down after his battle with Bain. The demon couldn’t take him, but Edge knew he’d be hurting for at least a few hours until his body healed. Damn hell spawn.
Passion looked ticked off that he’d planted his butt on her chair, but she didn’t make a big deal about it. She returned from the window and sat down across from him. He was glad that he’d taken the time to change from his bloody costume before coming up here. No need to freak her out
Sighing, she bent down to retrieve her key.
It was gone.
4
Edge picked up the key and slipped it into his pocket. Then he leaned against the wall and waited for Ganymede to leave. The cat thought he was at the top of the Big Boss’s food chain. But he couldn’t sense that Edge stood invisible close enough to reach out and touch Passion. Even
he
couldn’t see Death coming.
Edge forgot about his contempt for Ganymede, though, in the wake of what the cat had said about Passion. Angel? Not angel? What the hell was going on? Determined to find out, he waited until Passion was crouched, searching the floor for her key, before he walked back to the top of the stairs and became visible.
“Having a problem?” He tried to sound mild and nonthreatening as he walked toward her.
She gasped and rose to face him. “Where’d you come from?”
“Sorry that I startled you.” He wasn’t. “After Bain and I settled things, I decided you deserved an apology.” He didn’t miss the flash of fear in her eyes. Not surprising. His fight with Bain had been pretty spectacular.
“Is Bain okay?” She sounded concerned.
Something primitive and violent opened its eyes and tried to uncurl inside him. He shoved the feeling aside. He had no desire for strong emotions. They could be dangerous when you wielded Death’s sword. “He’s fine. And yes, I’m fine too. Thanks for asking.”
Passion ignored his sarcasm. “You have some explaining to do.” She glanced at the floor again. “I lost my room key.”
At least she didn’t
sound
scared. “I have a master.” Silently, he drew out his key and unlocked the door.
“So you can get in anytime you want? Wow, way to make me feel secure.” She didn’t try to hide her eagerness to escape him.
He kept his hand on the doorknob. “I’d like to come in for a few minutes.”
She glanced up at him and then away. He sensed her need to step inside and slam the door in his face, but beneath that need was something else, something he couldn’t read.
“If I let you in, I want explanations.” She didn’t look happy about the bargain she was proposing.
He nodded, and then he dropped his hand from the door. It had to be her decision. He wasn’t sure why. It’s not as though he couldn’t force her to tell him what he wanted to know and then be on his way. Edge pushed aside the sly voice in his head that suggested he wanted more than information from her.
She sighed, opening the door so he could slip inside. She didn’t close the door. “We’ll make this quick because my roommate will be back any minute.”
When had a roommate arrived? Male or female? She slid her fingers through her long pale hair, and he followed the motion with eyes he feared were a little too hungry.
“Okay, forget subtlety. If you try to strangle me and stuff my body under the bed, I’ll scream loud enough to raise the dead.” She frowned. “Forget the raise-the-dead part. No one can do that.”
“If I ever tried to kill you, I’d be a lot more creative than that.” He smiled. “Mind if I sit down?”
She didn’t return his smile. “You don’t need to sit down because you won’t be here that long. Oh, and I need a new key.” She paced over to the arrow slit that passed for a window and peered out into the darkness.
He sat down. She wouldn’t get rid of him that easily. Leaning back in one of the easy chairs grouped in the small sitting area, he spread his legs out in front of him. It felt good to sit down after his battle with Bain. The demon couldn’t take him, but Edge knew he’d be hurting for at least a few hours until his body healed. Damn hell spawn.
Passion looked ticked off that he’d planted his butt on her chair, but she didn’t make a big deal about it. She returned from the window and sat down across from him. He was glad that he’d taken the time to change from his bloody costume before coming up here. No need to freak her out
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