Read Operation Saving Daniel (Entangled Covet) Online

Authors: Nina Croft

Tags: #seduction, #werewolf, #billionaire, #engagement, #blackmail, #unrequited love, #secret, #scientist, #fake engagement

Operation Saving Daniel (Entangled Covet) (20 page)

And straight into something solid and unexpected.

For a second, she thought she must have hit a brick wall. A brick wall that hadn’t been there thirty seconds earlier.

“Are you okay?”

A brick wall that talked.

Swallowing the lump in her throat, she turned.

Her eyes were level with his chest and at first all she registered was his immense size. Taking a slow step back, she forced her gaze upward. In the artificial light, he was leached of color, with black hair pulled into a ponytail, and skin so pale it appeared white. She went still as silver eyes captured hers. For a second, she stared mesmerized, unable to drag her gaze away from the stranger.

“Are you lost?” He spoke again, breaking the spell.

“No. Yes. Maybe.” She waved the map clutched in her hand. “I was considering a short cut.”

A short cut to the railway station and a fast train away from here. For the last ten minutes, she’d been dithering. Should she go ahead, break Rule Number One, and perhaps come to a messy and premature end? Or should she run away and try to forget the stupid rules had ever existed?

“A short cut down a dark alley? Has no one ever told you it’s dangerous to wander down dark alleys alone?”

Was there some subtle threat beneath his words? Did he look vaguely menacing for a moment? Or was it merely her overactive imagination playing games with her? He was just a man—a tall, powerfully built man, but quite respectable in his sleek, dark business suit and red tie.

Still, a little voice in her head whispered to her to turn and walk away—though perhaps not down the dark alley.

But something held her back.

All her life she’d been afraid. Aunt Kathy had brought her up to fear just about everything, and she’d done a brilliant job. But Aunt Kathy was dead, and Tara refused to live like that anymore.

“Well?” he murmured and she realized he was waiting for an answer.

“Actually, yes. I’m quite aware of the dangers. But I have an important meeting and my mind was on other things.”
Like running away.

He considered her for a moment. “Where is this important meeting? Perhaps I can help.”

“CR International. You know it?”

His lips curved into a slow smile and suddenly she realized how devastatingly attractive he was. “You mean the CR International building behind you?” A faint trace of amusement tinged his voice.

She pursed her lips but turned slowly. He wasn’t kidding. It stood directly opposite, on the other side of the street. An immense structure of steel and smoky glass with CR International in big gold letters over the door. How the hell had she missed that? “Oh…thank you.”

This was it. Either she’d discover the truth, or she’d be blasted by a bolt of divine retribution. Time to find out which.

She took a few steps but couldn’t resist glancing back over her shoulder. The man still stood, hands in his pockets, watching her, a strange almost hungry look in his eyes.

“Overactive imagination,” she muttered and headed across the street.

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Bittersweet Magic

The sharp tang of sulfur burned her nostrils as a portal opened, and Asmodai materialized right in front of her sofa.

Roz gave a squeak and a jump and spilled her drink.

“I really wish you wouldn’t do that.” She licked scotch from her fingers then took a huge gulp while she gave him a quick once-over. After nearly thirty years, he still looked exactly the same.

Or maybe not.

She peered closer. He was smiling. She wasn’t sure she’d ever seen him smile before.

Tonight, he was in his human guise. Roz had seen him as both human and demon, and while neither was particularly comforting, at least in this form she could allow herself a small measure of self-delusion. Kid herself she wasn’t entertaining a demon from the Abyss in her living room.

He was tall, with midnight dark hair pulled into a ponytail and equally dark eyes, stunningly good-looking if you went for the total alpha male look—which strangely she did. Though this particular alpha male no longer had any effect on her hormones—thank God.

“What do you want, Ash?” she asked.

“No hello? No how are you?”

Her brows drew together, and she pursed her lips; he didn’t usually bother with social chit-chat. “What’s with the Mr. Nice Guy act?”

He chuckled. Another first. “Why, Rosamund, don’t you think I’m nice?”

“Hell, no.”

His smile broadened. “Let’s just say I discovered something recently, and it seems things are about to get interesting around here.” He cocked his head to one side and examined her as though she were some sort of specimen of scientific interest. The inspection made her want to squirm, but she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

After a minute, he shrugged. “Okay, down to business. I want you to find something for me.”

A wave of excitement washed through her, though she kept her face blank.

Roz was a Seeker. She hadn’t known that when she first met Asmodai five hundred years ago. In fact, she’d known almost nothing. Only that an angry mob of villagers had just burned her mother at the stake and were piling up the wood, ready to do the same to her.

Asmodai had offered her a deal—her life in exchange for thirteen tasks. It had seemed an excellent idea at the time, but she’d never expected it to take so long. She glanced at the sigil that wrapped around her upper arm like an intricate tattoo—the mark of her debt to the demon.

Now, at last, this would be her final task and once completed, she’d be free of the dark contract she’d made all those years ago.

“What and where?” She didn’t ask why—some things were best not known. Besides, he probably wouldn’t tell her anyway.

“A Key. As to the where—if I knew that I wouldn’t require you to find it, would I?”

Sarcastic bastard.

“I gave it to someone to hide,” he continued. “And they inconveniently died before telling me where.” He reached into his pocket, drew out a small wooden box, and handed it to her. “Here. This once held the Key. It should help you pinpoint the exact location.”

Roz stroked her fingers over the smooth wood, and a pulse of magic ran along her nerves. “You must have some idea.”

“Of course. It’s hidden somewhere within the Convent of the Little Sisters of Mercy.” His lips curved into another smile. “Looks like you’re going undercover.”

For a moment, his words made no sense. Then she frowned. “Let me get this straight. You want me to pretend to be a nun?”

“I think you would make an excellent Sister of Mercy, Rosamund.”

She swallowed the rest of the scotch and slammed the glass on the table. “Yeah, right. Of course I would.”

Not.

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