another assassin if it means completing the mission.” “That’s a crappy way to run a team.” She shook her head. “Assassins operate solo, not as a team. We rarely work together and when we do…they tell us not to feel. They tell us we’re already dead. Just a weapon of the Guild.” “You don’t belong there and we’re going to get you out.” Now she looked at his face, at his eyes. Those fascinating, wild, bright blue eyes that she’d seen in her dreams for so long. She felt the air around them still and her breath caught in her chest. He tugged her closer and with a final pull, overbalanced her into his lap. Her mouth went dry. “I thought you had to concentrate on the asteroids?” “We cleared the field about thirty seconds ago.” She swallowed. She’d never been held on someone’s lap before. He was hard and firm beneath her. He tipped her face up with one finger under her chin. “I’d have you on my team any day, Ria.” A warmth spread in her chest. She’d been a member of the Guild all her life but had never truly felt any sense of belonging. Those quiet words from this man were enough to make her feel like she was a part of something. His gaze dropped to her lips and her stomach knotted. Did she want this? Did he see her or Vik? Ria decided not to think too hard about it. She was going to take what she wanted. She closed the infinitesimal distance, her hands sliding into his hair. After what felt like an eternity, his mouth fused with hers. God . Ria froze for a second, the taste of him flooding her senses. Then they were both moving closer, devouring each other. His tongue met hers and she urged him closer. She wanted more. She shifted in his lap and felt the hard press of his erection against her hip. “You taste good,” he murmured against her lips. One of his hands had slid down over her hip and was toying with the waistband of her trousers. “I’ve wondered for a long time how you’d taste.” Ria froze. “You’ve only known me one day.” He blinked. “I…ah…” He didn’t need to say anything else. She pushed to her feet and straightened her shirt. “I’m not her. I’m not going to be some poor substitute for your dead obsession.” His jaw clenched hard, a muscle ticking. “That’s not…I don’t…fuck!” He shoved a hand through his hair. It was all she needed to hear. She needed this man’s help, nothing else. The guy was stuck in the past and had nothing to offer except his skills in helping her snatch the derringer and gain her freedom. She needed to make she sure remembered that. But as she turned and walked out of the cockpit, her insides felt fractured.
Chapter Seven “I think this’ll be the best point for infiltration.” “I don’t think so, Dath. Check out this spot on the southern wall.” Zayn watched his brothers argue and debate. They were all leaning over the Assassin Guild plans—newly scanned off the plas-sheet stolen from the Tekton—on the holo-table. Eos and Ria stood on the other side, talking quietly between themselves. Zayn found his gaze returning to Ria. She’d pulled her hair back in a tight ponytail and was wearing dark leather pants with a loose white shirt. She looked different without the body armor. Softer. Friendlier. Not that she was sending him any friendly vibes. All he was getting now was either the occasional blank stare or a glare. Not that he didn’t deserve it. He’d replayed their kiss in the cockpit…oh, maybe a hundred times. When he’d kissed her, he’d known he was kissing Ria. The woman he’d just finished surviving a dangerous mission with. But he couldn’t lie. Some part of him had thought of Vik. Ria looked the same, sounded the same and sometimes used the same mannerisms. But Viktoria had been a stickler for the rules, always living for the mission. Ria was more relaxed, more flexible. Vik would never have stolen anything, even if it was the right thing to do. He frowned.