Warrior Betrayed: The Sons of the Zodiac 3 Read Online Free PDF Page A

over the years.
    “You’re not the only one with interests to protect, Montana. I sensed a problem, looked into the situation and seeing as how I’m right, have stepped in to handle things.”
    “You can’t do that.”
    “I just did.”
     
     
    Quinn had just sidestepped a bullet and he knew it. Montana Grant was too smart—and too savvy and well connected—to leave this subject alone. He figured he’d bought himself twenty-four hours, at most, to get a handle on what was really going on.
    Every bit of sense he possessed screamed she had something to do with the diamond smuggling out of Africa, yet even as his mind told him she was to blame, his instincts left him in doubt.
    “You have no right to barge into my life.”
    “Actually, I do. If my suspicions are correct, some very powerful people have suddenly taken a large interest in you. I’d like to understand why.”
    There. That was vague enough to buy him a bit of time. Not much, but some. The evening’s intel had given him the three things he needed to know.
    He now knew how to get into her apartment. She now knew he’d be hanging around for a few days. And whoever was stalking her now knew she was protected.
    And his involvement would raise the stakes.
    Because whatever she was in the middle of wasn’t caused by a mortal.
    “When did you feel things start to change?”
    Quinn watched a small furrow mar the smooth perfection of Montana’s forehead as she mulled over his question. She really was a vision, all smooth porcelain skin and lush pink lips. They were decadent—plump, firm and eminently kissable.
    She had a face a man noticed .
    Of course, if she was responsible for even half the things he suspected, it was a very lovely facade that hid a truly nasty soul.
    Even if the peaches-n-cream vibe she was giving off suggested otherwise.
    On a small sigh, she began speaking, her voice a husky whisper in the dimly lit interior of the car. “I started to notice things about two months ago.”
    “What kinds of things?”
    “Little things, really. Oddities. Things that in and of themselves I’d have ignored, but once I started to put them together, they seemed to mean something.”
    “Such as?”
    “Items slightly out of order in my office. An unsettling feeling at a board meeting after all the materials I prepared vanished. An increased number of threats that seemed to have the same pattern.”
    “What type of threats? Against your home? Travel plans? What patterns emerged?”
    “I can’t explain it, but they stood out because they were more sinister, somehow. Most threats against me or the company are generic in nature.” She waved her free hand in illustration. “You suck, so does your company and you’re going down, that sort of thing. They’re unsettling, but we check them out and put them to bed. It’s usually some crazy who’s mad about their stock portfolio or some group who thinks we’re not socially responsible enough.”
    “But these have been different?” Quinn’s eyebrows rose. “Sinister, you say?”
    “Yes. They’re actually menacing.”
    The word hung between them and Quinn paused for a moment, searching for the next thing to say. The next right thing. If she was involved in even one-tenth of the things he suspected, it was no wonder she was receiving threats. But…something didn’t quite fit.
    Quinn knew the niggling doubt hovering at the edge of his mind was stupid—an angelic face and wide, guileless blue eyes didn’t mean she was innocent.
    Far from it.
    But even as he fought to keep his normally suspicious nature intact, he admitted some small part of him wanted her to be innocent.
    Shaking it off, Quinn pressed on with the questions.
    “Has there been anything else?”
    “I feel like I’m being watched.”
    “I’d wager the paparazzi spend a lot of time paying attention to you. Could it be that?”
    She shook her head, the movement sending an errant auburn curl tumbling over her shoulder. “To your point,