Page 56 of Angel Betrayed

He grunted. “We’ll sleep for a few hours, and then we’ll cross the border tomorrow.”

And hit Mexico.

She saw that there actually was a light up ahead. A small motel flashing a vacancy sign. Sam headed for that sign. She grabbed his arm and realized that her legs were seriously like jelly after that drive. “What’s in Mexico?” she demanded.

“More Fallen.”

Seline exhaled slowly. They wouldn’t be the only ones heading across the Border.

“But this time, we’re gonna get to the prey first,” Sam declared.

He caught her arm and pulled her toward the motel. She hoped Sam was right because she was tired of getting to the party only to find that death was waiting.

The desk clerk barely glanced their way as he tossed them a key. At least he muttered, “honeymoon suite”—but she knew sarcasm when she heard it. She growled at him and realized she probably looked like warm hell.

They headed back outside. All of the rooms were accessed from the outside. All twelve of them. They strode to the last room on the right. Sam opened the door.

“Honeymoon suite, my ass,” she muttered, glancing around. She was pretty sure that bed was the kind that did the vibrating when a quarter was inserted. One sagging bed, a frayed chair, and—that was all.

But at least the place had a bathroom. She could’ve kill for a shower. The motel room door hadn’t even shut behind them before she started to strip.

“Wait…”

She glanced over her shoulder.

He had a brow up, that one brow that he liked to lift when he studied her. “As much as I do enjoy it when your clothes come off, I think you’d better keep them on for now. We’ll be having company soon.”

Company, there?

His lips twisted, and it wasn’t a smile with a whole lot of warmth. “I’ve spent a lot of time in Mexico. A hell of a lot more than I have in New Orleans.”

But he’d been in the city almost constantly for weeks. She knew because she’d been watching him for most of that time.

“I have…a friend…who will be stopping by when word reaches him that I’m here.”

He had friends? Not just minions? Her hands were on the bottom of her shirt. She let the garment fall back over her stomach. “How will he know you’re here? If we’re only gonna be staying for a few hours…”

“The clerk was a charmer.”

She knew he wasn’t referring to the man’s social skills. Charmers were Other who could psychically communicate with animals. Sort of like very amped-up snake charmers.

They could talk to gators, tigers, and heck, once she’d even met a charmer who spent his nights talking to rats.

Of all the paranormals, charmers were usually her favorites. They didn’t sprout fangs and claws, so she considered that a bonus point for them.

“Benny knows who I am,” Sam added, “so he’ll make sure only the right people realize I’m in town.”

Okay, well, the right people sounded better than the wrong ones. “So we don’t have to worry about folks gunning for you.”

His gaze hardened. “The Other in Mexico and along the border know better.”

She just bet they did. One touch from Sam, and it would be game over.

His lips tightened. “You know, I don’t always enjoy torture.” He strode toward her with slow, deliberate steps. “No matter what your boss may have told you.”

She wondered what had shown in her expression. She’d have to keep better guard of her emotions. “I don’t believe everything Rogziel told me.” Though he had told her some truths over the years. Her father had been a lying demon who’d murdered her mother. As for her mother…she’d been weak.

That was what happened when you fell for the wrong man.

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