Page 59 of Sweet Nightmares
“Is there someone back there?” She tried to lean over and look behind him.
Jane held her breath.
“Don’t be ridiculous.” He moved so Quinnevere could see behind him. “It’s probably just a rat.”
“The morgue doesn’t have rats.”
“Really? You’d think they would be drawn to dead bodies.”
“Maybe I could make another dead body,” Quinnevere said under her breath, and Jane had to clamp a hand over her mouth to keep from laughing.
Emrys did laugh, and stepped back into Quinnevere, blocking her view once more. “Don’t threaten me with a fun time.”
Jane gagged.
“Hilarious.”
“I can be. Would you like to find out?”
Quinnevere crossed her arms protectively across her chest. “What would that consist of?”
He tipped her chin up and whispered something into her ear that Jane could not hear and, frankly, was glad she didn’t. Sexual tension dripped between them, like a flame in slow motion etching toward the fuse of dynamite.
And that was the last thing Jane needed or wanted to see.
So, she fully threw her attention back into her task, and within a minute, she had all the files within her grasp.
“I’m done,” she whispered, low enough that only one with near-perfect hearing could hear it as she turned back to her sister and the prince, holding all the files.
Emrys stepped back and clapped his hands together. “Well, it’s time for me to get going.”
“Wait, why were you in here?” Quinnevere asked, blocking their exit.
“Quickly, I can’t hold my invisibility much longer,” Jane whispered once more to the vampire.
Emrys shrugged. “I was just poking around. I like to do that.”
“You better not have stolen anything.”
“Do you want to pat me down?”
Quinnevere’s mouth dropped open, but her gaze traced his body, undressing him with her eyes. “No, of course not.”
“Your eyes would beg to differ.”
“My eyes were checking to ensure you didn’t steal a file.”
A dark laugh rumbled in his chest. “Sure. Now, if you could get out of my way, I’ll be going.”
Quinnevere glowered at him one more time, but then she grabbed the door handle and walked out, waiting for Emrys to follow. He held open the door so that Jane could slip out before him.
“See you next time, Ginger,” Emrys said, sauntering to the exit like he knew Quinnevere was watching.
Quinnevere pinched her eyes shut. “Please, never come again.”
“Now, where would the fun be in that?”
Five minutes later, Jane and Emrys were full out of the morgue and walking to University Square’s flying gondola. She rounded on him. “Leave my sister alone.”
