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bag covered herface were two staring white globes with molten centers so glaring she had to look away.
    The last thing she felt was a massive rough thing thrusting into her, inside her, high, so high she felt him shove against her internal organs.
    “You’re…not…Ward.”
    He tore at her, and her world stopped.

4
    T apping on the door reached Sykes through the fugue state he adopted when he couldn’t sleep and didn’t want to be awake.
    Tap. Tap. Tap.
    “Sonovabitch, get lost,” he muttered and put a pillow over his face. “You don’t know I’m here, dammit.” He had deliberately come to his flat in the Court of Angels to spend the night because he rarely stayed there and if anyone was looking for him they would go to the St. Peter Street house.
    Ward Bienville looking at Poppy as if she was his next meal had ruined Sykes’s night. He still couldn’t decide what to make of the announcement Ward had made or Poppy’s passive reaction.
    He had to forget the whole incident.
    Being close to family wasn’t so bad, not when it was by choice. He wanted to spend some time with Uncle Pascal and show the kind of interest in the antique shop here on Royal Street that Pascal expected.
    There was something else that was getting more andmore overdue. Somewhere in the courtyard there was a special angel to be found. If the apparition of Jude was to be believed, that angel was more than important to the Millets and who knew how many others. Sykes had to get back to the search.
    If the Embran stayed quiet, would Jude decide to take a rest, too.
    Disappointment at that possibility didn’t feel so good to Sykes.
    He bolted upright in the bed.
    The front door was opening. Slowly, creaking inward by the inch, he heard the hinges complain.
    “Get out,” he yelled. “Now.” He wasn’t himself. He never behaved like this. But to hell with it, he was only human—or mostly human.
    He was all human. Sister Willow liked to pretend they were all not just human but “normal,” or she used to until Ben came along.
    A grunt reached him, and a furious whisper.
    Next came either a herd of small elephants or Winnie, Marley’s Boston terrier.
    Sykes barely had time to haul a sheet over his naked body before Winnie launched herself onto the bed and ran over him with no regard for any tender parts.
    With all four feet planted on his chest, she looked down into his face.
    “Winnie! Come here!” Marley’s whisper was loud enough to rouse a paralytic drunk.
    The dog’s round, black eyes stared into Sykes’s and she licked him from chin to brow.
    “Come and get her,” Sykes shouted, wiping both hands over his face. “Yuck.”
    “Are you decent?”
    Sykes held still. “Yes,” he said through his teeth. “Get this beast off me.”
    “How could you call her that?” Marley’s mass of red curls appeared around the door and her green eyes managed to look hurt enough to make Sykes ashamed of himself. “She loves you, Sykes. You should be grateful. Nobody else does, you nasty thing.”
    With a sigh, he jerked his head off the mattress and kissed Winnie on her wrinkled brow. “Now, get off me. I can’t breathe. What are you doing here, Marley?” He worked his pillow back beneath his head. The dog curled up beside him.
    As Poppy had said, pregnancy suited Marley. She had four months to go but was such a small woman it didn’t seem possible she could wait that long.
    “I almost didn’t come in,” she said.
    “I should have been so lucky.”
    “Why are you so mean today? Don’t answer. I think I already know. Why would you be mad at Poppy because Ward Bienville made an off-the-wall comment about wishing she’d consider marrying him?”
    “He didn’t actually say that.” Sykes sat up and tucked the sheet around his waist. He crossed his arms and looked away. “But that’s probably what he meant.”
    “Is it okay if I sit down?”
    “Oh, for crying out… Sit down, now.” He almost forgot his unclothed state and leaped