Summon Toren (Archangels Creed #3) Read Online Free PDF

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    Toren returned her smile with one of his own. “I’m here to answer the ad? My name's Toren.”
    Her thin lips parted in astonishment. “You don’t say! I swear I never would’ve guessed a computer could do something like that. Come in, please. I’m Kassie, the housekeeper. And cook.” She held her hand out and Toren looked at it briefly then gave it a gentle shake with only his fingers, careful to remember the fragility of human skeletons. The woman's expression momentarily betrayed her subconscious awareness of his ability to crush her with no effort.
    “You don’t look like you’re from around here.” She stepped aside for him to pass and looked him up and down as he walked in. “My, my. You look like you done stepped out of a magazine.”
    Great. Judging by her tone, he was overdressed. “I have to admit, I did get new clothes to apply. Wanted to make a good first impression.” Toren took in the warm little kitchen, instinctively using his mercury senses to become intimate with everything about it while seeking out Samantha. Not there. The room felt cheery and kind, no doubt a comfort to anyone who entered. If this Kassie were the primary occupant of the kitchen, she possessed a pervasive goodness that saturated her environment. A valuable resource to have.
    “Are you hungry? Thirsty?" She bustled across the kitchen, clearly expecting an affirmative reply. "I’ve got some new concoctions I’ve been working on.” She started taking down dishes and rattling pans. "Toren, huh? What an unusual name! Is it German? Or maybe Swedish?"
    What could she mean? "Um, I'm not sure."
    The front door opened and Toren held his breath as he waited for confirmation of Samantha's presence.
    “Kassie?” A woman called out, her voice clear as a bell despite her obvious attempt to deepen it by holding it low in her throat. “I’m putting on a few more layers and going run the farm errands.”
    Eyes closed, Toren couldn't contain the mercurial urge to explore her, soaking in every nuance of her presence. The deep breath he took made matters worse, drawing in the spicy tones of her scent with its undertones of pure womanhood. The fragrance prompted an unfamiliar stirring in his body, something he instinctively knew to conceal.
    “Sam? We’ve got company in here.”
    The musical tones of Kassie's voice pulled him from his fascination before he made an utter fool of himself.
    “Company?” The clip-clop of boots brought Toren to his feet, anxious to make a good first impression. She stopped abruptly in the door jamb, gaze roaming over him head to toe.
    Kassie cackled. “Forgot to say he’s a eat your heart out Calvin Klein,”
    Toren didn’t really know what she meant and was too busy staring at Samantha to try and figure it out. “I’m here to answer your ad?” Those haunting bright blue eyes remained wide and those perfect lips parted in astonishment. The heavy fall of mahogany hair glistened over her shoulder and down her back. While re-familiarizing himself with her delicate features, Toren hoped her awed expression stemmed from the same reasons as Kassie's. She finally seemed to remember her manners and gasped before blurting, “Hi!”
    “Howdy.” Toren tipped his hat.
    A surprised little laughed bubbled up and transfixed Toren. Her features tightened immediately and the scent of camaraderie wafted from her. "Kassie, you know better than to let strangers into the house. He could be a murderer."
    The woman chuckled , seeming familiar with the gentle humor. “Nonsense. I'm a good judge of character. He could be dangerous, but he's a good man. He even comes with old fashioned manners and all.” Kassie hurried to him with a cup of warmth.
    “Thank you.” Toren took it and carefully practiced the human social skill . Kassie’s unquestioning defense of him made him wonder about her. He couldn’t help be amazed at his mercury temperament and how much it wanted to explore everything about humanity