Page 67 of The Death Dealer

Deni rose and placed a palm over his heart.“I’ve missed you, my love.”

“Gag.”Soleil didn’t bother to keep her snark between them.

A wave of dizziness swept him, and Trevor inhaled sharply as the world around him spun.

“Trevor!”Deni cried as he swayed.

An overpowering whiffof floral fragrance wafted Soleil’s way, and she immediately understood why Trevor had reacted strangely.

“She’s wearing a magical perfume,”she told him.“You have to find a way to block the smell.”

“I’m okay,”he said,but then scrubbedhis hands over his face as if he were struggling to stay awake.

Fintan, Draven, and Ben distanced themselves from Deni, and Soleilassumed Trevor relayed the infoabout the enchantment she was weaving.

“Fintan should’ve placed a ring in your hand, Dalli. Put it on.”

She did, and her mindwas floodedwith the rapid-fire telepathy between the men.

“How do you plan to block her magic?”Draven asked.

“I don’t know.”Trevor placed his hand over Deni’s and grinned down at her.

Soleil crossed her arms over her chest and glared.“What the actual fuck? Why are you catering to her? Lock her ass up!”

“Can’t. The Oracle said to choose her.Therehas tobe something big brewing if Ihave topretend to be in love with her.”

Because it would be odd if she didn’t comment on their closeness, Soleil cleared her throat angrily.“What the hell? I’m standing right here.”

“You were always second best, girl,”Deni said smugly. The woman edged closer, pressing her body to his and wrapping her arms around his neck.“It’smeTrevorloves.”

“If you kiss her,we’re done,”Soleil told him, meaning it. She didn’t give two shits what her niece suggested he do. Watching him kiss another woman in front of her would be a memory she’d never get out of her head.

“Don’t be like that, Dalli. We’re on a mission.”

“You might be. But I’ll rip out your entrails and hang them from the London Tower,”she vowed.“See if I don’t.”

“I adore your spirit, cher!”Draven said.

“Oh, shit, she’s going in!”Trevor shot Soleil a panicked glance.“I’m?—”

“Mm,”Deni moaned, covering his mouth with hers.

She acted like the mere contact oflipon lip fired her passions and was the best thing since lemon cake. Granted, not much beat lemon cake—or lemon anything. But Trevor did, and Douche-Drop Deni knew it.

“I think I threw up in my mouth,”Soleil muttered as she turned away.

“I know I did,”Benjamin replied with a desert-dry tone, startling her. She’d forgotten he’d lingered.

“Sure, and didn’t we all?”Fintan added.

“Is this why he isn’t to be trusted,”she asked him in a low voice, purposely concentrating on only Fintan and hoping Trevor didn’t pick up on her thoughts.

His light eyes settled on her, and he nodded.“Among other things.I’m after warnin’yato be prepared, butkenitisn’t him, yeah?”

“I don’t know what any of that means.”

She glanced over her shoulder to see Deni grin and reach for his crotch. At the same time, Trevor dodged her seeking hand and grabbed her wrist.

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