she snapped,
biting off each word.
Edriq gazed at her for a long
while, resisting the urge to touch her, to smooth her matted hair
away from her flushed, scowling face and tell her that everything was
okay and she was safe. But he didn't want to lie to her. He would
never lie to this woman. Ever.
Beneath her anger, he saw her
fear and confusion. “What's your name?” Edriq asked
softly.
“Huh?” She
blinked, completely taken aback.
“You know my name.
It's only fair that I know yours.”
She narrowed those
perceptive, steely brown eyes at him. “If I tell you my name,
will you answer my questions?”
“Yes.”
“Nora. My name is Nora
Garcia,” she said, looking him straight in the eye. “Now.
Answer the questions, Damn Slayor.”
CHAPTER
ELEVEN
“There's a Blazing
Beans outlet across the street that's open twenty-four hours,”
Edriq said. “We'll talk there. I don't want you standing in
the cold, in the open, in plain sight of those damn Slayors.”
Nora opened her mouth. She
wanted answers now. Right now. Right here. She wasn't going to
have her head messed with, again. Tonight had been too weird.
Unfortunately, in the presence of this very hot, handsome and
strangely protective man, her head seemed to have taken a much needed
vacation. And with her brain temporarily out of the picture, her
raging hormones had gleefully jumped into the driver's seat.
Nora swallowed. “I...”
“And I'm not a Damn
Slayor. I'm not a cold-blooded, murderous snake.” His voice
was flat but she detected a quick flash of anger and contempt in his
eyes.
Those Damn Slayors were vile,
contemptible creatures. She knew that already. They had been trying
to kill a sweet, little old lady. What kind of sick fucks were they?
“So what are you?”
Nora scowled. To her astonishment, Edriq smiled and nonchalantly
took her hand. Gently he tucked it into the crook of his arm and
strolled across the road.
They entered the Blazing
Beans coffee shop and several of the staff greeted Edriq. Edriq
grinned and exchanged some friendly banter as he walked her to a
corner booth.
“You're like a VIP
here. Come here often?” Nora asked as she slid into the small,
cozy booth.
“Not that often,”
Edriq replied with a lopsided smile. After a pause, he said, “My
brother, Zul, is the Managing Director of Blazing Beans.”
Nora's brows lifted. “Your
brother...”
Edriq shrugged. “Zul's
not related to me by blood. But he's my blood brother. Know what I
mean?”
She nodded and cast him a
sidelong glance. Blazing Beans was a very successful coffee chain.
They had outlets all over the city. If his brother was the Managing
Director, then Edriq probably held some high managerial position in
the Blazing Beans corporate hierarchy. No wonder he knew all the
staff here. He had the bearing of someone in authority, a leader and
a fighter. She bet he was a formidable opponent in the boardroom.
He could be the CFO, CIO or COO. Or maybe even the CEO.
Nora huffed. She wasn't
going to be sidetracked. It didn't matter if he was a high-flying,
mega-successful business person and how many letters he had before or
after his name. Edriq Haeken had lied to the cops. People who lied
to the cops usually had something to hide.
“I'll get us some
coffee. What would you like?” Edriq asked smoothly.
“Blazing Black. No
sugar,” Nora answered without thinking. She always picked up
two Blazing Blacks on her way to work. One for her, one for Mario.
Mario would bring cupcakes and muffins, freshly baked by his fiancee,
Julia. They would always have a quick bite and just relax with each
other before their shift started.
Edriq grinned, recognizing a
Blazing Beans fan. “Excellent choice.” He slid out of
the booth and headed to the counter. “Be right back.”
Nora was turning her hands
over in front of her when Edriq came back with the coffee.
“The blood,” she
muttered. “All gone. Blood doesn't evaporate. I should
know.”
Edriq pushed the