Page 132 of Stalker

“They could be some of the ones who were involved thirty-six years ago or products of their genes. Maybe your father took a fall for them. You know, a sick game being played by wealthy, bored men. Sound familiar?”

In truth, her thought was a twisted, but brilliant one. “Only we don’t go around killing our contestants.”

“Only the enemies who get in your way.”

“Mmmm… Like father, like sons?” She had a very good point. If there were others involved, it would be a joy to flush them out in a long, brutal hunt of their own.

Instead of laughing, she purred. “We make a good team. However, I don’t think you’re evil like your father. I don’t know your brothers, but if they’re anything like you, then all three of you should consider yourself angels.”

Chuckling, I cupped her face, digging the tips of my fingers into her skin as I pulled her closer. I towered over her and as she peered into my eyes, I came damn close to seeing the world through hers.

It was an entirely different way than I’d looked at mine.

While every view had been jaded for me over the years, she was able to look at things from different viewpoints, which allowed her to better judge the scenario.

No wonder she was so damn good at what she did.

“We’re no angels, Lady Butterfly, and while you are correct in that we make a very good team, only I make the rules. Traditional ones don’t apply. Neither do ones of justice.”

“So you keep telling me. Just remember good usually defeats evil.” She blew a swath of hot air across my face before I crushed my lips over hers.

Little did she understand there were some evils that could never be destroyed, the seeds festering for hundreds if not thousands of years.

As always, the taste of her was sweet, more so than honey-laced cherries. The thought was ridiculous for a man like me, but accurate. I swept my tongue inside, marveling at how well we fit together.

Our bodies.

Our blackened souls.

Perhaps even a portion of our hearts.

Some would say I didn’t have one, but when I was with her, I knew better.

Kissing was intimate, extremely personal, and felt completely right with the lovely prosecutor. She clung to me, arching her back as she attempted to dominate my tongue.

That wasn’t going to happen. When I broke the kiss, I bit down on her lower lip, issuing a single growl.

The sound always made her laugh.

Cassandra pushed away, glancing at me and shaking her head. “I rarely play by anyone’s rules.”

“Not true. You play by the rules of justice.” I grinned as she rolled her eyes.

“Okay, you found my single weakness.”

“Just one?”

“Bastard. What devious plans have you cooked up, Mr. Blackwell?”

“Who, me?”

“You’re dressed in all black as well.”

“My favorite color,” I told her. Which was true.

“We’re going hunting.”

“Very astute of you.” At this point, I’d need to keep her thinking she would be invited. If not, she’d find some way of escaping once again. I couldn’t allow that to happen.

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