Rebel's Desire (Iron Portal Paranormal Romance Series) (Iron Portal Series Book 4) Read Online Free PDF

to have her in his arms again.
    No, as electrifying as that kiss was, what he’d felt was something different.
    Keely had done something. Something to block their thoughts from her pursuers.
    He’d suspected she was a Talent, but could she be a Shield-Talent, someone who was immune from the psychic attacks from other Talents? And if so, could she have shielded him as well? Holy Fates. Was that even possible?
    Toryn grabbed two beers from the kitchen and handed one to Sean who mumbled a quick thanks.
    If his hunch was correct, maybe he could use Keely’s Talent to get into the nightclub. With her by his side, he could waltz in and kill Reaux right under their noses. Those bodyguards would have no clue what was going to happen until it was too late.
    Plus, it would give him the perfect excuse to see her again.
    It was absurd that he couldn’t stop thinking about her, couldn’t get her off his mind. He tried to brush it off as no big deal—hell, he’d kissed plenty of women before this one—but there was something so…different about her. He took a long swig of his beer, trying to recall if he’d ever been this intrigued by a woman before. But then, he’d never had a woman throw herself at him like that before either. She’d roused all of his male instincts.
    But he couldn’t let himself get too carried away. He’d once made that mistake with a Cascadian girl he thought he had feelings for. Turned out she was only using him to get through a portal into Pacifica and left him the first chance she got. He would not make that same mistake by trusting the wrong person again.
    Other than the fact that Keely lived somewhere in or around the Circus District, he didn’t know much about her. He didn’t even know her last name. How would he be able to find her? She’d taken off without a word. One minute they were together in the alley and the next minute she was gone. She’d been reluctant to tell him much, but just when it seemed as if she was going to open up to him, the Night Patrol had shown up and spooked her. That girl had secrets and he wanted to know what they were.
    He looked at Sean. The man was built like a tank—probably pushing six-six or six-seven—with cords of muscle on top of muscle, his dark skin straining to keep it all in. He looked like a professional body builder, someone whose physical prowess was his most important asset. Not like a guy who spent hours and hours studying and writing computer code before the army got hold of him.
    “Vince tells me you’re a Tracker-Talent,” Toryn said.
    Sean nodded but kept pecking away on the keyboard.
    “What do ye need in order to…uh, track someone?”
    Sean was probably wondering why the warrior who hated him the most was asking him all these questions. “An article of the target’s clothing is best,” he said, his tone even.
    Damn. He didn’t have anything that belonged to Keely.
    Pushing away a strand of hair that had slipped into his face, Toryn quickly redid the knot at his nape and thought about the trashcan where she’d stuffed her sweatshirt. It was probably long gone by now. Then he saw his leather jacket hanging over the back of a nearby chair.
    “What about something the…the target recently wore?” He felt a twinge of guilt about referring to Keely in such a callous manner, like she wasn’t really a person but a means to an end. He couldn’t forget the look of sheer terror in her eyes.
    Sean frowned and thought for a moment. “But he or she doesn’t own it?”
    “No. Is ownership of an item important?”
    “That’s part of it, yes.” His dark eyes scanned Toryn’s face.
    He was probably thinking: Why should I help this asshole? He’s been nothing but a jerk to me.
    But then he said, “I’m certainly willing to give it a try.”

Chapter Four
    K eely carried the cup of water through the tattoo parlor and handed it to the customer at Verla’s station.
    “Thanks,” the man said, then knocked it back as if it were a shot of