Warrior Betrayed: The Sons of the Zodiac 3 Read Online Free PDF
Author: Addison Fox
that’s such a constant in my life, I’ve learned to tune it out. It’s different now. And tonight it was the worst it’s ever been.”
Quinn let out a small laugh. “The entire room was staring at you, Ms. Grant.”
A distinct shiver ran through her body and she wrapped her arms around herself. “That’s what made it so awful. The entire room was staring at me and I couldn’t find the threat.”
Quinn removed his jacket, handing it to her. She laid the water bottle on the seat next to her and took the coat, quickly wrapping herself in it.
“Thanks.”
Although he was sorry the vision of smooth, creamy skin was gone, some deep, ferocious pleasure he couldn’t define reared up and grabbed him by the throat.
Montana Grant was wrapped up in his body heat.
On a rough cough, he muttered, “Better?”
“Yes, much.”
“You want to tell me the rest?”
“I can hear the skepticism in each of your questions, Mr. Tan—Quinn—but the best I can explain it, something’s not right. These… things . From the start, they’ve felt different. I felt— feel —threatened. Vulnerable. I know that sounds silly, but that’s the best way I can explain it. Things are off .”
“Our instincts are powerful things. That little voice is worth paying attention to.”
Montana huddled down into his coat, the material large enough to cover her three times over. Even under all that cashmere and the blanket of danger that surrounded her, her eyes took on a merry little twinkle. “I couldn’t agree more. I let you in the car, didn’t I?”
Whatever enjoyment she had at the retort was short-lived as the small smile hovering at her lips vanished. “And then things got really weird.”
“How so?”
“My mother showed up.”
Although the background check he’d done on Montana indicated she and her father had been abandoned by her mother years ago, nothing he could turn up suggested it was anything ominous. Sadly—and years spent with mortals had proven it—humans had an amazing capacity to fuck up their lives and the lives of others. He’d chalked up the story of her mother as one more example of that.
“You haven’t been in touch with her?”
The urge to pull her into his arms at the bleak look that filled her eyes made his hand tremble. “No. She left when I was a baby.”
“How did you know it was her?”
“My father kept photos of her. And”—the word hung between them, before she turned her hands up, palms out—“I just knew.”
“Clearly you’re connecting the two—the feeling of discomfort and your mother’s reappearance. Why?”
“I don’t believe in coincidence. But it’s more than that. It’s the things she’s said. I know it’s very possible she’s not well, but…she’s oddly lucid when she speaks to me, even though none of it makes any sense.”
“Go on.”
Quinn saw the look of hesitation reflected in her eyes a split second before she leaned forward. “Have you ever heard of Themis?”
Quinn nearly choked on the ice cube in his mouth. How the hell did she know anything about Themis? And why was her name suddenly popping up all around him? Thoughts of how to play this raced through his mind when the car came to an abrupt, jerking halt.
In a rush of motion, Montana slid forward on her seat in the slick fabric of her evening gown. Quinn intercepted her midslide, his glass falling to the floor of the limo with a heavy thud. For the second time that night, Quinn got an armful of Montana Grant and for none of the reasons he usually held a woman solidly in his arms.
“What was that?”
“I’m going to find out.”
“Tony!” Montana scrambled up and reached for the divider between the back and front of the limo.
“No.” Quinn stayed her hand. “Let me check things out. Tony knows how to take care of himself. If the car’s stopped, it’s not for a good reason.”
“But he could be hurt.”
He leveled her with a direct stare. “You looking to get hurt,
Quinn let out a small laugh. “The entire room was staring at you, Ms. Grant.”
A distinct shiver ran through her body and she wrapped her arms around herself. “That’s what made it so awful. The entire room was staring at me and I couldn’t find the threat.”
Quinn removed his jacket, handing it to her. She laid the water bottle on the seat next to her and took the coat, quickly wrapping herself in it.
“Thanks.”
Although he was sorry the vision of smooth, creamy skin was gone, some deep, ferocious pleasure he couldn’t define reared up and grabbed him by the throat.
Montana Grant was wrapped up in his body heat.
On a rough cough, he muttered, “Better?”
“Yes, much.”
“You want to tell me the rest?”
“I can hear the skepticism in each of your questions, Mr. Tan—Quinn—but the best I can explain it, something’s not right. These… things . From the start, they’ve felt different. I felt— feel —threatened. Vulnerable. I know that sounds silly, but that’s the best way I can explain it. Things are off .”
“Our instincts are powerful things. That little voice is worth paying attention to.”
Montana huddled down into his coat, the material large enough to cover her three times over. Even under all that cashmere and the blanket of danger that surrounded her, her eyes took on a merry little twinkle. “I couldn’t agree more. I let you in the car, didn’t I?”
Whatever enjoyment she had at the retort was short-lived as the small smile hovering at her lips vanished. “And then things got really weird.”
“How so?”
“My mother showed up.”
Although the background check he’d done on Montana indicated she and her father had been abandoned by her mother years ago, nothing he could turn up suggested it was anything ominous. Sadly—and years spent with mortals had proven it—humans had an amazing capacity to fuck up their lives and the lives of others. He’d chalked up the story of her mother as one more example of that.
“You haven’t been in touch with her?”
The urge to pull her into his arms at the bleak look that filled her eyes made his hand tremble. “No. She left when I was a baby.”
“How did you know it was her?”
“My father kept photos of her. And”—the word hung between them, before she turned her hands up, palms out—“I just knew.”
“Clearly you’re connecting the two—the feeling of discomfort and your mother’s reappearance. Why?”
“I don’t believe in coincidence. But it’s more than that. It’s the things she’s said. I know it’s very possible she’s not well, but…she’s oddly lucid when she speaks to me, even though none of it makes any sense.”
“Go on.”
Quinn saw the look of hesitation reflected in her eyes a split second before she leaned forward. “Have you ever heard of Themis?”
Quinn nearly choked on the ice cube in his mouth. How the hell did she know anything about Themis? And why was her name suddenly popping up all around him? Thoughts of how to play this raced through his mind when the car came to an abrupt, jerking halt.
In a rush of motion, Montana slid forward on her seat in the slick fabric of her evening gown. Quinn intercepted her midslide, his glass falling to the floor of the limo with a heavy thud. For the second time that night, Quinn got an armful of Montana Grant and for none of the reasons he usually held a woman solidly in his arms.
“What was that?”
“I’m going to find out.”
“Tony!” Montana scrambled up and reached for the divider between the back and front of the limo.
“No.” Quinn stayed her hand. “Let me check things out. Tony knows how to take care of himself. If the car’s stopped, it’s not for a good reason.”
“But he could be hurt.”
He leveled her with a direct stare. “You looking to get hurt,