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“The driver is interested, angel,” I whisper gently. “A little light play and his lust is ours.”
She trembles against me and her eyes are so innocent, so uncertain. But she assesses me, knowing the energy I spent. The pain in her leg. Her weakness. Her white teeth tug on the corner of her lip as she eyes the driver’s side profile. “What do I do?”
My hand tracks up her side, kneading and caressing her through the suit. “Be vocal, angel. That’s all.” I wind a hand in her thick hair and bite her throat. She jolts and clings to me, body arching on a tantalizing cry that would be even more fun in private. Nibbling along her jaw, I croon, “Be you, baby, and I’ll handle the rest.”
By the time we reach our destination, the driver is breathing like he ran a marathon. But his lust sits warm in my stomach, like good scotch. Onyx’s coloring is nearly back to normal and her amber eyes are vibrant again.
She still needs several days of rest, but the limp is nearly nonexistent. I tip the driver, apologize for our behavior, and join Onyx on the curb.
As soon as the cab speeds off, she cackles. “That was actually kind of fun,” she admits. Her eyes glint as she looks up at me. “You owe me once this is over, though.” She starts off down the sidewalk and I follow.
“Oh really?” I ask.
“We practically had sex in a cab, Caine.”
“Technically, our clothes stayed on,” I remind her. “And that was mild by my standards.”
She rolls her eyes. “What are we looking for, anyway?”
I take in the buildings around us, noting the dilapidated structures and the graffiti marring nearly every surface. I pull her against me. “Not sure, but stay close.”
Her little hand slips into mine and we head deeper into the maze of warehouses and new construction.
Tomas wasn’t exactly forthcoming on what Helios’ second property in Miami was, and I kick myself for not verifying it a bit more. But as we round the corner, I realize it isn’t needed.
At all.
A massive ‘Golden Sun Realty’ sign sits out front of a remodeled warehouse. The place is wrapped in chain link and scrolled in razor wire like some kind of ornamentation. I tug Onyx back as two dark clad men step through the front doors.
Her heat is warm on my side, familiar. “Shifters?” she asks.
“Hard to say,” I admit, scanning them. “Could be vamps. Either way, we go slow. I can jump us over the fence, but without a direct view of somewhere inside, I can’t get us in.”
She squeezes my arm in understanding and I lift her up against me. Focusing on a shadowed side of the white building, I give myself over to the magick burst.
We reappear in the cool shade and I peer around.
No guards. No cameras.
Holding my finger to my lips, I lead her along the wall back to the rear of the building.
A loading dock sits empty save for three large refrigerator trucks. They are driver less, and the parking lot only holds a handful of other cars, but there are no SUVs like what Helios was riding in.
The back door opens and a man in a lab coat steps onto the dock. He pulls a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lights up. My eyes track over him.
Though I can’t discern race from across the distance, I peg him as human. Motioning Onyx down, I portal jump, wrap my arm around the man’s throat, and jump back.
I slam him into the wall, hand tight around his neck. The cigarette falls at my feet. His eyes go wide, but there is no telltale glow.
Human.
“Good morning,” I say, smirking. “I’m here for the grand tour. Where would we find your illegal drug department?”
The man sputters. “I don’t—”
I squeeze. “Sir. Sir,” I say again, making sure he is looking at me. “I know who writes your fucking paycheck and I won’t tell a soul that you were caught with your dick in your hand.” Onyx smiles behind him. “But see, I really need the cases of Brightex that came in this week. You tell me where to find them, and I don’t roast you on a spit for dear old dad.” I let my eyes fill with hellfire and the foul scent of urine reaches my nose.
I don’t move, letting him see his death.
