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no reason for you to pay attention to me,” she continued. “I didn’t follow you from place to place, just occasionally popped up where you were, noted the time, and left. I wasn’t stupid enough to think you wouldn’t have noticed if I had been tailing you.”
    “All right, I’ll set that aside. For the moment.” He eyed her pointedly. “I still want to know who hired you and what they want.”
    “I can’t tell you what they want.” She must have seen his mouth open to protest, because she quickly cut him off. “I’m just the messenger. I don’t know the text of the message, and I imagine that if they had wanted me to know about it, they wouldn’t have given it to me in a sealed envelope. You’ll have to read it yourself, and if that’s not good enough, I guess you’ll just have to go and ask them what they want.”
    He snarled. “And just who are they?”
    She drew a deep breath, blew it out, and glared at him. “The Witches’ Council.”
    The Witches’ Council?
    Rafe frowned and pulled back another inch. He’d never even heard of a council of witches. Oh, he knew there were witches in the world, and that obviously meant that some of them lived in Manhattan, but he hadn’t known they were organized. Of course, as far as he knew, the last diplomatic contact between a witch and the Others in New York had happened in 1627, at the end of a long and protracted dispute over territory and visibility to the humans. Given that fact, Rafe being in the dark about the current magic users’ situation wasn’t that surprising. Of course, with the distraction presented by the very attractive and very sweet-smelling Tess, he thought that just remembering the whole 1627 thing was pretty damned impressive.
    He looked down at said distraction and flexed his hands around her wrists, not so much squeezing as kneading the captive limbs. “So you’re a witch who was hired by a Witches’ Council to follow me and confront me in a dark alley, but you don’t know what they want with me?”
    “Like I said, they didn’t see fit to share any of the details.”
    Rafe gave in to temptation long enough to lean in close and taste her skin again. Her fear was fading, making her sweeter, and her irritation increasing, making her hotter. Damn, he could make a meal of her. If his curiosity would leave him in peace.
    “Would you care to hazard a guess?”
    “What, are we playing twenty questions now?”
    He had to stifle the urge to grin at her expression. Somehow the narrowed eyes, twisted lips, and crinkled nose looked less than threatening on her. The curls—dark gold limned in silver in the faint light—and those big blue eyes just spoiled the effect. He schooled his expression into a feral mask and scraped his teeth delicately along her jawline.
    “Not yet,” he purred, “but we could. I could ask you what you taste like, what you look like spread out on silk sheets, how much it would take to make you beg me to touch you…” He lapped at the sensitive skin beneath her chin. “Do you want to play that game with me, sweet Tess?”
    He heard the desire as well as the defiance in her snort. “What part of this conversation has been about what I want?”
    He chuckled. “Why don’t you tell me what you want, sweet Tess.” He paused to inhale deeply, catching the ripeness of her scent. “Or better still, I can tell you what you want…”
    She shivered in his arms, and the telltale motion made him smile. His little witch was just as affected by him as he was by her. That offered some interesting possibilities.
    “I have another idea,” she said, and her voice sounded strained. “How about I just give you the bloody message, you let me go, and we both pretend this never happened?”
    “Oh, I don’t think so, Tess. I think we have much too much to talk about for that to happen. No, I think you should come with me.”
    He pulled her wrists down in front of her and tugged her away from the wall and toward the street