She’s breathing hard.
So am I.
Fuck, my thigh’s pressed between hers, and she’s hot, damp, I can feel that sweet dampness. My hard on pushes into her and she moves. Rubbing up against me.
This time, when I drop my head, I lick along where Knight bit her, and she shudders out a low moan.
There’s fire, and then there’s burn your house down. This is veering into the latter.
So I release her and step back.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I ask.
Lizette drops her hands from my shoulders. I didn’t even notice her touching me, just that connection to her.
“Are you sure they were Council, Reaper?”
“They looked it.”
“If they weren’t?” she asks.
“Then they were an unknown and worse than the Council.”
Lizette sucks in a breath. “There’s worse?”
“Yes.” I pause. I want to taste her again. I count to ten, then step back. “Why did you come?”
She frowns. “I…wanted a necklace I thought I had.”
“Jewels?”
“Something Dad gave me when I was little. Worthless. Priceless to me.” She darts past me and takes a step in the direction of her building.
I grab her arm and drag her back in the shadows. “Don’t go in there.”
“But—”
“It might now have spy cameras, sensors. What does this necklace look like?”
“It’s a tiny heart on a chain. Gold.”
She’s easy prey. Too easy. Too trusting of the world.
“I’ll get it. When it’s safe. So go back to where I put you. Now.”
She hesitates and then she takes off, back the way she came.
This, I hope, is enough to send her into the arms of the Unholy Trinity.
Then again, I don’t operate on hope.
I get my phone to send a text.
Then I start to follow.
Chapter
Eighteen