stumbling step brought her close to the desk, and she staggered. She rested her fingers on the smooth metal, bowed her head as though the effort was too much, and slipped the bug under the desktop.
And dropped it.
Shit. She bit her lip to stop the word from tumbling out.
“I feel faint,” she mumbled and sank to her knees, groping the cool floor until she found the bug. Gripping onto the edge of the desk, she attached it, and then dragged herself to her feet. “Sorry, I don’t know what’s the matter with me,” she muttered.
“Sit down for a while, Sister.” Piers was watching her, his brows drawn together in a small frown. She needed out of there. Fast.
“I really must get back.”
After studying her for a minute longer, he stepped up closer. Placing a finger under her chin, he raised her head so she had no choice but to stare into his eyes. “You will forget what happened here,” he murmured.
Like hell I will.
“When you leave this room, you will remember only that you gave me the information and left.”
Yeah, like that’s going to happen .
She nodded serenely.
He stroked a finger down the curve of her cheek. “But when this…mess is sorted out, I’ll be paying a visit to the mother house, and we’ll get to know each other a whole lot better. Would you like that?”
Creep.
A knock at the door saved her from answering. Graham poked his head around.
“You called, Oh lord and master?”
Piers smirked. “I think the sister is ready to leave now. Would you see her out?”
Graham’s gaze went straight to her throat, and she narrowly resisted the urge to reach up and touch the wound. He entered the room and handed Piers a file—presumably relating to Jessica Thomas. At least she hoped so.
“No problem. Sister?”
Yup, she was ready to go. But as she turned to leave, Piers spoke. “Sister, we will meet again.”
The words sounded almost like a threat, and she swallowed down her nerves and curled her lips into the semblance of a smile. “If God so wishes.”
“Oh I don’t think God will have anything to do with it.”
A shiver of apprehension ran through her. Did he suspect her of something? Every cell screamed at her to run, but she kept her pace slow as she followed Graham out of the office. Her nerves held until she heard the door click shut behind her, when she almost sagged with relief.
Graham reached out a hand to steady her. “Are you okay, Sister?”
She forced a smile. “I’m fine. Mr. Lamont is just a little intense.”
Graham grinned. “Yeah, intense. Though I’ve heard him called other things.”
I’ll bet. Blood-sucking spawn of Satan probably fits quite well . “I’ll be fine as soon as I get some fresh air.”
They were silent the rest of the way, Graham only speaking again as he held the glass door that led out onto the street.
“Goodbye, Sister. Perhaps we’ll meet again.”
Like never. “Perhaps. And thank you for your help.”
She knew he was still watching as she walked away. Christ, she could murder a drink, but she could hardly walk into a bar dressed in this outfit. She’d have to wait until she got home.
She was searching for a taxi when a black SUV pulled up beside her, and the passenger door was pushed open from the inside.
What the hell? Had Ryan followed her? She so didn’t need this right now. Then she spotted the bottle of scotch on the passenger seat, and she closed the space between them.
…
Piers watched as the door shut behind them. His body buzzed with her blood. Fae blood, if he wasn’t mistaken. Sweet as sin.
She must have a high proportion of fae in her background to taste so sweet. Or high fae. But the high fae didn’t consort with humans these days, so where had she come from?
Apart from the scent and the taste, there was nothing to suggest she was other than human. And she was obviously unaware of it herself. There was a mystery surrounding Sister Rosa, and one he would get to the bottom of—when he had more time.
And dropped it.
Shit. She bit her lip to stop the word from tumbling out.
“I feel faint,” she mumbled and sank to her knees, groping the cool floor until she found the bug. Gripping onto the edge of the desk, she attached it, and then dragged herself to her feet. “Sorry, I don’t know what’s the matter with me,” she muttered.
“Sit down for a while, Sister.” Piers was watching her, his brows drawn together in a small frown. She needed out of there. Fast.
“I really must get back.”
After studying her for a minute longer, he stepped up closer. Placing a finger under her chin, he raised her head so she had no choice but to stare into his eyes. “You will forget what happened here,” he murmured.
Like hell I will.
“When you leave this room, you will remember only that you gave me the information and left.”
Yeah, like that’s going to happen .
She nodded serenely.
He stroked a finger down the curve of her cheek. “But when this…mess is sorted out, I’ll be paying a visit to the mother house, and we’ll get to know each other a whole lot better. Would you like that?”
Creep.
A knock at the door saved her from answering. Graham poked his head around.
“You called, Oh lord and master?”
Piers smirked. “I think the sister is ready to leave now. Would you see her out?”
Graham’s gaze went straight to her throat, and she narrowly resisted the urge to reach up and touch the wound. He entered the room and handed Piers a file—presumably relating to Jessica Thomas. At least she hoped so.
“No problem. Sister?”
Yup, she was ready to go. But as she turned to leave, Piers spoke. “Sister, we will meet again.”
The words sounded almost like a threat, and she swallowed down her nerves and curled her lips into the semblance of a smile. “If God so wishes.”
“Oh I don’t think God will have anything to do with it.”
A shiver of apprehension ran through her. Did he suspect her of something? Every cell screamed at her to run, but she kept her pace slow as she followed Graham out of the office. Her nerves held until she heard the door click shut behind her, when she almost sagged with relief.
Graham reached out a hand to steady her. “Are you okay, Sister?”
She forced a smile. “I’m fine. Mr. Lamont is just a little intense.”
Graham grinned. “Yeah, intense. Though I’ve heard him called other things.”
I’ll bet. Blood-sucking spawn of Satan probably fits quite well . “I’ll be fine as soon as I get some fresh air.”
They were silent the rest of the way, Graham only speaking again as he held the glass door that led out onto the street.
“Goodbye, Sister. Perhaps we’ll meet again.”
Like never. “Perhaps. And thank you for your help.”
She knew he was still watching as she walked away. Christ, she could murder a drink, but she could hardly walk into a bar dressed in this outfit. She’d have to wait until she got home.
She was searching for a taxi when a black SUV pulled up beside her, and the passenger door was pushed open from the inside.
What the hell? Had Ryan followed her? She so didn’t need this right now. Then she spotted the bottle of scotch on the passenger seat, and she closed the space between them.
…
Piers watched as the door shut behind them. His body buzzed with her blood. Fae blood, if he wasn’t mistaken. Sweet as sin.
She must have a high proportion of fae in her background to taste so sweet. Or high fae. But the high fae didn’t consort with humans these days, so where had she come from?
Apart from the scent and the taste, there was nothing to suggest she was other than human. And she was obviously unaware of it herself. There was a mystery surrounding Sister Rosa, and one he would get to the bottom of—when he had more time.
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