an image. A beautiful blonde female, with bright blue eyes alight with confidence and intelligence. This was Angie’s target, her ultimate goal. He focused in on the image, searching for a name or the reason this woman made Angie feel safe.
Sliding his hand around to the front of her neck, he collared her throat and released her lips. “Who is Jillian and why would you involve her in this crisis?”
Angie’s eyes narrowed and she tugged against his hold. “You bastard. Why did you kiss me if—”
“Using your body to distract me so you can escape is fine, but my distracting you in much the same way makes me a bastard? That doesn’t seem fair.”
“I told you to stay out of my head.”
He lowered her feet to the floor and overlapped the front of the shirt before pushing off the wall and releasing her completely. “I will not allow you to escape. It is far too dangerous for you to wander about on your own. Is Jillian human?”
“Yes. She’s Tori’s best friend.”
“Nazerel will not hesitate to use friends and family to get what he wants. If you care for this woman at all, do not involve her in this.”
She stilled her gaze centered on his chest. “You’re right. That would have been foolish.”
Her expression indicated contrition, but he sensed cunning behind the superficial remorse. She might look similar to her sister, but they were nothing alike. Tori faced challenges head-on, while Angie was obviously a schemer. He would have to stay on his toes if he hoped to keep this one safe.
“If you still want a shower, you better hurry.”
She nodded and rushed into the hall bathroom. It was an interior room with no windows. As long as he guarded the door, she should be relatively safe. He leaned against the wall across from the door and listened for the rush of water.
Pain and fear rippled across their mental connection and he started to pinch off the link. He hadn’t meant to leave it active. He’d just been highly distracted at the time. But the intensity of her emotions gave him pause. If she w as this volatile, she would remain unpredictable. A mental link would increase his chances of anticipating her rash actions. It might be the only way he could protect her from herself.
Not wanting to infringe on her privacy any more than necessary, he constricted the link until only a vague impression of her inner struggle reached his mind. She was far more wounded than she appeared, and these wounds were old and festered. Tori had mentioned her sister’s rebellion . He should have realized there would be a cause.
He finally heard the shower and allowed himself to relax. Bending his knee, he rested the toe of his boot on the floor and leaned his head back against the wall. It was so easy to imagine her naked, water cascading along her curves. All he had to do was open the door and undress. Would she gasp as he snatched back the curtain or smile and make room for him beneath the spray?
A flash in the living room jarred him from his inappropriate thoughts. “Hey.” He straightened as he greeted Lor and Tori, trying not to look as guilty as he felt. “She’s in the shower all safe and sound.”
“I’m surprised you’re not in there with her,” Tori said.
“My men are professional,” Lor objected. “None of them would allow that sort of distraction.”
Lor’s vote of confidence only made Blayne feel even guiltier.
“You don’t know Angie. Sex is her go -to game. She’s flirted and teased her way through the past ten years.” She looked at Blayne, her gaze suddenly assessing. “Has she given you any trouble?”
His erection was nearly gone, thank the gods, but his cheeks felt suspiciously warm. Blayne ran a hand through his hair and joined them in the living room. “The trouble came when Nazerel showed up at the police station. He flashed into view and attacked me with energy pulses. Angie saw it all. I had no choice but to flash her out of there. Your car is still in Utah.”
Tori