been staring off down the street, I just might have looked away, certain he was looking at me. “It’s been a very long time since I was innocent of anything, Sina, and you know that rather well. But that doesn’t mean I’m not allowed to be concerned for the suffering of another.” He turned his head, unerringly seeking out the direction of the house.
The Christou house, where I’d driven yet another nail into my own coffin. “There’s more suffering in her future. We both know it, if she’s got any ties to that place. She’s young, has a mortal’s lifespan only and she’s spending this time here wrapped in misery.” He shook his head. “I wouldn’t wish it on anybody.”
“And the fact that she’s young and beautiful has nothing to do with it, I’m sure.”
A black brow winged up. “Is she beautiful?” He passed a hand over his face. “Odd. I wouldn’t know.”
I could have kicked myself. “Hell.” I went to shove a hand through my hair, but it was still caught in that knot at my nape. Tearing the pins away, I shoved them in my pocket as I turned away from him. That face of his, those eyes and now, many other things would haunt me. Even more than they already had. The feel of his hands on me. His mouth—
“I’m sorry.” I turned back to glare at him.
But he was already halfway down the street.
Moving with that easy, unerring grace, Krell padding along beside him.
He’d walked off.
The son-of-a-bitch.
He’d walked away from me.
“Back to base, boy,” Luc told Krell.
One thing he’d learned over the years, his companions could take a lot of different commands and were always incredibly smart animals—sometimes he thought perhaps somebody was giving him some extra help, because the animals he chose for his companions were often more than just smart. They were amazingly so, and they lived long. Several of his dogs had lived upwards of four decades.
Krell was going on twenty years now and still moved as easily as he had when he’d been a pup. Although with a bit more control.
But they were still dogs.
He couldn’t tell Krell to take him to the B&B. It was base. Whenever they were on an assignment, wherever they stayed was base.
Luc should be looking through the animal’s eyes, getting the lay of the land, but he needed to be in his own head for a time.
It was dangerous territory, though. All full of Sina.
Full of frustration, and not all of it was sexual. Plenty of it was, but not all.
Full of questions and confusion.
It had been an age since he’d had a woman put him in knots. Never like this.
He’d seen centuries come and go, civilizations fall. His old life had passed away and he’d known more torment than he could voice, stood by as the woman he loved more than his own life fell to pieces, as he tried to hold them both together.
But nobody had managed to frustrate him like the woman he’d left standing in the middle of the walk behind him.
Guilt tugged at him.
He shouldn’t have just left her there.
It was unlike him and—
He heard the soft scuff of a shoe over pavement. A flurry of sound. It was a couple of blocks away, but there was that furtive sort of quality to it, the kind that made him think whoever it was had no intention of being noticed. And if he’d been human, they likely would have succeeded.
“Shadows,” he ordered Krell and the dog guided them into a darker area. He laid his hand on the dog’s head and merged their minds. “There’s really no reason to go back there. It’s Sina, after all. She could practically hand Will his ass on a platter and still be back in time for afternoon tea.”
Krell made a soft little sound in his throat.
Luc passed a hand over his head. “So she probably doesn’t do tea.” It still didn’t change the fact that she didn’t need his help.
She didn’t even seem to want him around—
Although, the nail marks in his shoulders had said otherwise. They’d healed, a fact he was sorely unhappy
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