She would be safe in the convent until he was ready for her.
Would she dream of him?
She’d come apart in his arms so beautifully. Some women were incredibly sensitive to his bite; Sister Rosa was obviously one of them. Next time, he’d be buried deep inside her when he drank and she would probably spontaneously combust. His cock twitched; it liked the idea.
For a moment, he considered calling her back, asking her to stay, telling her he would protect her from the demons in exchange for…
In exchange for what? Her blood, her sex…her company? He was going soft. Except he was rock hard, straining at the fly of his pants. All hot and bothered because of one little nun.
He pushed the thought aside. First, he had to find out what the fuck that bastard Jack was after. He wasn’t expecting it to be anything good. And what had he taken from the convent?
He flicked through the file Graham had handed him. The identikit picture was on the top. He studied it for a moment—it was definitely Jack.
Had Jack been careless? Or was he sending another message?
He put the picture aside and read the notes. Jessica Thomas had vanished on her way home from school, two days ago. She was fifteen. There was a photo of a pretty, rather plump young girl. He wondered what she looked like now. Was she still pretty? Was she even alive?
It wasn’t the Order’s job to protect humans, at least not directly. But if the police had gotten close enough to get a picture of Jack, then they had to put a stop to this now, before the law got any closer.
He picked up his phone and started a search in motion. He wasn’t expecting it to be difficult—Jack had sent him the message because he wanted to be found.
The question was—why?
Chapter Five
“Get in,” Ryan said from the driver’s seat.
For a second, Roz considered ignoring him, but a quick glance behind her showed Graham still watching from just inside the glass doors. She couldn’t risk making a scene. Besides, there was that bottle of scotch. With a huge sigh, she picked it up, clambered into the passenger seat, and tossed him a filthy look.
“Are you following me?”
“Yes. Fasten your seat belt.”
She did as she was told, staring straight ahead as Ryan pulled out into traffic. She resisted the urge to put her hand up and check the wound at her throat. It was healing fast, but would still be clearly visible. At least the horrible headdress hid it from view. Ryan wasn’t stupid, and it would be difficult to persuade him that fang marks in her neck had nothing to do with his exsanguination murder case.
“Back in fancy dress, I see.” He broke the silence.
“I’m trying it out as an alternative lifestyle. I think I’d make a good nun.” She gave him her best guileless expression, added a serene nun smile, and then took a swig of scotch.
Ryan snorted.
“So why are you following me? I’ve made it clear that I’ll help you as long as you don’t bring attention to me. And this”—she waved a hand around the car—“is bringing attention to me.”
“Why? What are you hiding from? Maybe if you tell me, I can help make the problem go away.”
“Why would you do that?”
He cast her a quick sideways glance before turning his attention back to the road. “Because we’re friends. And friends look out for each other.”
Warmth stole over her as she realized that he actually cared. But she couldn’t allow that to matter, and she certainly couldn’t drag him any further into her fucked-up life.
“Thanks, but no thanks. My problems aren’t the sort you can make go away. I’ve just got to live with them.”
He shrugged but appeared resigned. “You heading home? I’ll drop you off.”
“Thank you.”
“So what’s your business with SA International?”
She’d known he wouldn’t give up that easily. “None of yours.”
“Come on, Roz. You can’t not tell me—why the outfit? Why this company? I did a search on them—they’re as clean as they come.
Would she dream of him?
She’d come apart in his arms so beautifully. Some women were incredibly sensitive to his bite; Sister Rosa was obviously one of them. Next time, he’d be buried deep inside her when he drank and she would probably spontaneously combust. His cock twitched; it liked the idea.
For a moment, he considered calling her back, asking her to stay, telling her he would protect her from the demons in exchange for…
In exchange for what? Her blood, her sex…her company? He was going soft. Except he was rock hard, straining at the fly of his pants. All hot and bothered because of one little nun.
He pushed the thought aside. First, he had to find out what the fuck that bastard Jack was after. He wasn’t expecting it to be anything good. And what had he taken from the convent?
He flicked through the file Graham had handed him. The identikit picture was on the top. He studied it for a moment—it was definitely Jack.
Had Jack been careless? Or was he sending another message?
He put the picture aside and read the notes. Jessica Thomas had vanished on her way home from school, two days ago. She was fifteen. There was a photo of a pretty, rather plump young girl. He wondered what she looked like now. Was she still pretty? Was she even alive?
It wasn’t the Order’s job to protect humans, at least not directly. But if the police had gotten close enough to get a picture of Jack, then they had to put a stop to this now, before the law got any closer.
He picked up his phone and started a search in motion. He wasn’t expecting it to be difficult—Jack had sent him the message because he wanted to be found.
The question was—why?
Chapter Five
“Get in,” Ryan said from the driver’s seat.
For a second, Roz considered ignoring him, but a quick glance behind her showed Graham still watching from just inside the glass doors. She couldn’t risk making a scene. Besides, there was that bottle of scotch. With a huge sigh, she picked it up, clambered into the passenger seat, and tossed him a filthy look.
“Are you following me?”
“Yes. Fasten your seat belt.”
She did as she was told, staring straight ahead as Ryan pulled out into traffic. She resisted the urge to put her hand up and check the wound at her throat. It was healing fast, but would still be clearly visible. At least the horrible headdress hid it from view. Ryan wasn’t stupid, and it would be difficult to persuade him that fang marks in her neck had nothing to do with his exsanguination murder case.
“Back in fancy dress, I see.” He broke the silence.
“I’m trying it out as an alternative lifestyle. I think I’d make a good nun.” She gave him her best guileless expression, added a serene nun smile, and then took a swig of scotch.
Ryan snorted.
“So why are you following me? I’ve made it clear that I’ll help you as long as you don’t bring attention to me. And this”—she waved a hand around the car—“is bringing attention to me.”
“Why? What are you hiding from? Maybe if you tell me, I can help make the problem go away.”
“Why would you do that?”
He cast her a quick sideways glance before turning his attention back to the road. “Because we’re friends. And friends look out for each other.”
Warmth stole over her as she realized that he actually cared. But she couldn’t allow that to matter, and she certainly couldn’t drag him any further into her fucked-up life.
“Thanks, but no thanks. My problems aren’t the sort you can make go away. I’ve just got to live with them.”
He shrugged but appeared resigned. “You heading home? I’ll drop you off.”
“Thank you.”
“So what’s your business with SA International?”
She’d known he wouldn’t give up that easily. “None of yours.”
“Come on, Roz. You can’t not tell me—why the outfit? Why this company? I did a search on them—they’re as clean as they come.
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