Page 94 of Legacy of Temptation

“I checked in on you when we got back a couple of hours ago, but I didn’t want to wake you, so I caught some Zs in the spare bedroom.”

Disappointment left a sinking sensation in her belly. She had no idea why since what he’d done had been considerate and thoughtful. But what if there was another reason he’d slept elsewhere? What if he was done with her now that they’d had sex? Or worse, what if he’d spent the night with that trollop in the genie bottle?

She stopped herself, hating the direction of her thoughts. This wasn’t like her. She’d never been the jealous type. Not ever.

This guy was making her spin out of control, and she wasn’t sure she liked it. Or maybe she liked it too much.

Definitely too much spinning.

“Okay, well—” She broke off as he tugged her against him. One second, he’d been on the other side of the room. The next, he was holding her in his arms and kissing her senseless.

He tasted like toothpaste and a hint of mocha.

“That,” he said roughly as he broke off and stepped back, “was because I don’t do morning-after awkwardness. I don’t treat females like they were just a lay, and I don’t treat sex like it was nothing. I’m not like my roommates. Even if we never hook up again, know that I didn’t just use you and throw you away, okay?”

Good…God. She’d dated a lot. She really had. Mostly nothing serious, and she hadn’t slept with all her dates, but she’d been around the block enough to know that Logan wasn’t your average guy. Again, she wondered how someone raised by one of the Horsemen of the Apocalypse and an Aegis traitor, someone whose DNA was at least a quarter demon, could be so…charming and relatable.

“But,” he said, his tone taking on a grave note, “we play for opposite teams, and I’ve told you more than I should. Don’t screw me over, Eva.”

Ah. There was the demon. Except that wasn’t true, was it? He was being reasonable. She felt the same way.

“We’ve both shared a lot. So, let’s not screw each other over. Agreed?”

He gave her a guarded nod, which she completely understood, given what his heinous bitch of an ex had done to him. “Agreed.” Taking her hand, he slid her a panty-melting smile. “Let’s meet the fam.”

Eva had been to Hawaii a handful of times, and she’d always loved the laid-back lifestyle that sucked the tension right out of a body.

But she didn’t think she’d ever been as tense as she was right now, at the thought of meeting demons, maybe some angels, and definitely biblical legends.

The Elders would shit themselves when Eva finally got the chance to tell them about this.

Logan led her down a sandy path toward a bungalow on stilts with an incredible wraparound deck and stunning views of the jungle and ocean. A broad-shouldered mountain of a man with short reddish hair tended a pit fire in the grassy side yard, and her mouth went as dry as the sand under her feet.

“Is that…War?”

“He prefers Ares. He won’t be War until his Seal breaks.” Logan pointed to a tiki bar closer to the beach, where a woman with long black hair and a bright yellow-and-green-floral sundress was mixing drinks. “That’s Limos. She always takes charge of the alcohol. And she puts pineapple in everything, so if you don’t like pineapple, get a beer.”

Wow. Famine was a bartender. Eva recognized the man next to her too. The Deputy Director of DART, Arik Wagner, was a human who somehow managed to steal the Horseman—Horsewoman?—away from Satan and marry her.

“And you know Arik,” Logan said. “Did you know Runa is his sister? She might be here later, but I think Shade has to work. He’s a paramedic at Underworld General.” He gestured for her to follow him to a group of women seated around a table with a pitcher of margaritas. “Eva, this is Amber, Raika, and Dawn. And you know Scotty from DART.” He turned to the group. “Do you guys mind if she hangs with you for a few minutes? I need to talk to Ky.”

“No problem,” Dawn said, her resemblance to Kynan so pronounced that Eva didn’t have to ask if she was his daughter. “But you can’t just dump your new girlfriend on us without giving us the scoop.”

“There’s no scoop,” Eva blurted. “And I’m not his girlfriend.”

“Ooh, snarky,” Raika said. “I like it. But there’s definitely a scoop.” The way she looked at Eva, as if seeing right through her, was unnerving as hell. So was the way her long black hair didn’t move in the breeze. At all. “You a werewolf? Logan likes the furries.”

“Funny, Raika,” Logan muttered.

“No, it’s not funny.” Scotty slammed her margarita glass down so hard alcohol splashed onto her skull-print tank top and denim shorts. “She’shuman. And she’s one of the Aegis scumbags who killed Shanea and Noah.”

“Back off, Scotty,” Logan said. “She didn’t pull the trigger. She wasn’t even there when it happened. So, chill the fuck out.”

The fact that Eva didn’t pull the trigger didn’t seem to matter to Scotty, who tugged on her thick ginger braid and shot Eva a look that sent a chill up her spine.

“Shanea was my friend.”

God, Sig had caused so much pain. Eva wished she could do something, but all she had to offer was her sincere condolences.

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