Page 131 of The Satyr's Guilt
Dax’s team came out of the raided warehouse.“We’ve swept the place. Only dead bodies left now. Looks like theywere packing to leave before we arrived.”
“They wanted Ram.” Denim’s palms were sweatyand her breathing shallow as she waited for the two warlocks toreturn with good news.
Tyr and Rein materialized from a temporarygateway alongside Kole.
The young warlock Firebrand crossed his armsas the glow from a streetlight bounced off his piercings. “We gotthere. It was an airfield. The SUV was abandoned. We couldn’t get afix because they probably took to the air. Likely in achopper.”
“I agree.” Rein’s eyes flashed arcticblue.
“Damn satyr. Always trying to protect me.”Denim clenched her fists, wanting to hit something as lightningcrackled and clouds rushed in with a fierce wind.
Galena stepped behind Denim, stroking herarms, gentling her, calming the storms. “We still have ourprisoner, your ex. He might have some idea where they’d take ourRam.”
Denim nodded, her shoulders slumping, heremotions as scattered as the stormy weather she’d created. Sheshould have told Ram she loved him.
What about Jonquil?
She would check on her. “Now what?”
Kole shot a stream of fire,blackening the concrete at his feet. “Now we bring our warriorhome. Mark me. We will get him back.”
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While Lizette piled Jarek’s plate high witheggs, bacon, and buttered toast, her eyes sparked with anger. Sheslammed his breakfast onto the kitchen table. “What gives you theright to tell me what I want?”
The djinn’s calm demeanor was frustrating.Unnatural. Despite his size and savage power, she itched to shakehim until he displayed some reaction. Anything. Anger. Hatred. Hewas always so rational.
“I am telling you that killing a being, evena sadistic asshole, is a hard thing to do.” Jarek cut his eggs withthe side of his fork, slipping a bite into his mouth.“Delicious.”
“Thanks. I’m telling you I want Spear todie. Do you need jelly for the toast?”
Damn.He’s got me doingit.
Lizette was still living in Jarek’s yurt. Inhis bed. When he told her he had readied her own quarters, sherefused to go. She was being unfair, but she felt safe withhim.
“No thanks. He will. It is my promise.” Hesipped his black coffee.
“I want a hand in it.” Lizette flopped intothe chair across from the djinn commander.
“And we are right back where westarted.”
Finally, a reaction. The feral slant to hislips would have deterred most warriors from arguing. Not Lizette.He didn’t scare her one bit. She’d seen a real monster.
“Killing in cold blood is hard,atashedelam.” His sexy mouth curled around another bite of egg.
Lizette shook her head to erase a vision ofthe commander kissing her with the same mouth. How could she eventhink about a sexual act after what she had been through withSpear?
“Obviously, you haven’t met many NewYorkers. We survive everything. Subway and garbage strikes. Cabbieswho try to run over us. The worst disaster of all times, 9-ll.We’re strong. We’re resilient. We’re bloodthirsty. I want him todie painfully. Slowly. Death by a thousand cuts.”
“Aah. Lingchi. A respected Chinese methodused as capital punishment. It is a cruel death.”
“I want to be cruel. You know what he did tome. How can you deny me my revenge?”
“I do not deny you revenge, but allow me tobe your blade.” He motioned toward the refrigerator. “I will havesome of the jam. I shall hunt him and kill him.”
Lizette’s lips curled into a sarcastic grinwhen she rose to fetch his strawberry jam, slamming it onto thetable in front of the infuriating man. “While I appreciate thealpha male wanting to take care of the little woman, it won’thappen. I will be with you. I will exact my own revenge. By my ownhand.”
“We have been through this,atashedelam. Murder served cold destroys your soul. I shall not allowthat to become your destiny. Have you already eaten breakfast?”
