Page 14 of Legacy of Temptation

“Agreed.” Kynan’s wrist comms device beeped, and he cast it a quick glance before giving Logan a see-ya nod. “Thanks again.”

He took off in the direction of his office, speaking to whoever was on the other end of the comms. The guy never stopped working. Even at the big family get-togethers, Kynan was rarely able to go more than an hour without having to address some sort of crisis.

And speaking of crises, Logan was now stuck keeping an eye on members of a rival agency that operated under the belief that the only good supernatural was a dead supernatural. And given that DART employed supes, they tended to clash.

No doubt one of the first questions the Aegis people would ask would be if he was human. He’d say yes, as usual, and it wasn’t technically a lie. His mother was human. That his father was half-angel, half-demon, and one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse didn’t matter. Today, he would identify ashumaninstead ofother.

He had to wonder what they’d do if he told them the truth, though.

Whatever. He had more to worry about than the reactions of a bunch of sanctimonious dickheads. Like the new picture Mace had just posted on SuperSocial of Logan’s face pasted onto a flabby naked grandpa doing unspeakable things with a bunch of flabby naked grandmas.

He would never be able to unsee that.

“Not funny, Mace,” he muttered as he flicked the pic off the screen of his comms unit and sent Mace a message promising an ass-kicking.

Yup, today was turning out to be one giant hangover.

Eva wasn’t sure what she’d expected the inside of DART’s main office building to look like, but a modern, brightly lit headquarters with a jungle-themed fountain in the lobby wasn’t it. Although the demon and angel statues eyeing each other with suspicion in the center of the spray weren’t all that unexpected.

Keeley had thrown a coin into the crystal pool out of some sort of superstition as they walked toward the auditorium where they now sat, waiting impatiently for someone to show up and give them the scheduled orientation.

“Of course, they’re late,” Carlos growled. “Go figure that a bunch of Aegis traitors can’t be trusted to handle shit efficiently.”

“Idiots,” Sig said, kicking the stage in front of him, leaving a dusty boot print.

Eva wasn’t so sure they were idiots, but this was definitely not a professional start to the cooperative mission.

The door near the back of the stage whispered open, and everyone went silent as a figure emerged from the shadows.

“Holy shit.” Keeley sounded a little breathless as she jabbed Eva in the ribs. “No way that guy is a demon. Angel for sure.”

Keeley wasn’t serious…probably…but Eva understood where she’d gotten the angel thing. The man who’d just entered the chamber was stunning.Reallystunning. His wavy blond hair gleamed like a halo under the harsh stage lights, and ropy, thick muscles in his forearms flexed under tan skin as he strode across the stage. The strike of his combat boots echoed through the chamber, making her heart pound with every step. His black DART T-shirt was tucked into midnight tactical pants that cut a shadowy figure against the dark curtain behind him.

He gave them all a bored glance as he walked toward the mic. Seriously, he was going to use the mic to talk to a whopping six people?

She felt a little foolish when he strolled past the mic and plopped down on the edge of the stage, his long legs dangling over the side.

“My name is Logan,” he said in a deep, rumbling voice that made heat curl in her belly. “Apparently, I drew the short stick, and now I have to give you the DART 101 lecture. You probably don’t want to be here any more than I do, so here are the basics. DART stands for Demonic Activity Response Team. We formed thirty-five years ago when we broke off from The Aegis because, I dunno, let’s go withphilosophical differences. Now, we’re doing this prisoner exchange thing, where people from DART hang out at Aegis headquarters, and you guys hang out here—”

“Excuse me.” Sig, being rude as ever, raised his hand as he interrupted. “Are you human?”

Logan’s hazel eyes turned frosty as he narrowed them on Sig. “Yes.” He raked the rest of the room with his gaze, and Eva shivered when he paused for a split second on her. “Anyone else got an irrelevant, offensive, or asinine question?”

Eva hid a smile behind her hand. The question wasn’t irrelevant, but Sigwasan arrogant ass, and she loved seeing him put in his place. Hell, he should be feeling frostbitten after that exchange.

It was also good to know that Logan was human. Keeley waggled her brow, clearly as pleased with the information as Eva, but likely for different reasons. No doubt Keeley was mentally undressing him. Eva was just glad she wasn’t sitting in a room with a demon.

Although she’d bet he was beautiful without clothes…

The auditorium door opened again, and an ebony-haired man in faded jeans and a partially tucked black button-down strode inside, his white sneakers not making a sound as he crossed the stage.

Not a single squeak or thud.

Logan gestured to the newcomer. “This is Draven. He’s on the team that oversees security for the building and personnel.”

Draven looked over at Eva and her colleagues and gave a lazy nod of greeting. Adeceptivelylazy nod. His body was loose, his gait an easy swagger, but his cold, black eyes held a sharp, dangerous light. He’d only looked at them for a second, but she had no doubt he’d committed her and her teammates to memory, right down to the size of the topaz on her right pinky.

Demon. I’ll bet he’s a demon.

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