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Bummer.
He rested his palm on a dirk’s hilt. “I havea bad feeling about these guys. They should have been long gone iftheir attack on Hannya and Rolf was a random crime. I think theywere waiting for somebody to arrive. As if they knew an Aeternalmight pop out of the garage.”
Chapter Six
His favorite nymph was laidout on a bed with her blonde hair loose, haloing her. Gone were theHeidi braids. No shirt or bra blocked his view of her porn-starbreasts. With her nipples pink and swollen, ready for his lips, shelocked her long legs around Nico’s thighs. He was fucking to a nicerhythm, something like G-Easy’s “No Limit.” When shit was gettinggood…
Fingers snapped in front of his face. “Areyou listening to me, Abello?” Sabine, his daydream inspiration,pulled her brows tight over her translucent green eyes.Unfortunately, she was clothed. In his revelry she was naked, eagerto satisfy his needs. In real life, she wasn’t likely to do astriptease for him. She was a thorn in his side.
On a good day.
And not a rose with pretty little thorns.No. She was a honey locust tree with gigantic, dangerous sharpweapons. Sabine was everything he wanted and didn’t want in awoman. She had the body and face of his best fantasy fucks. A plus.The woman also had brains and physical strength, but he wanted tobe the thinker and protector in a relationship.
Yeah. Call me a throwback. I want my littlewoman to need me, to meet me at the door in nothing but an apronand after a proper horizontal greeting to put dinner on the table.If a burglar breaks into the house, I want to shove her behind mewhile I handle the situation.
He doubted Sabine could cook, and she wasn’tlikely to let him handle the burglar alone.
Nico wrapped a palm around the white mug infront of him at the coffee shop in Covenkirk, the strong-brewedaroma floating to his nose while his partner talked on and on aboutthe mission. Either the caffeine or the fantasy was creating abulge in his pants.
He’d never heard of caffeine as anaphrodisiac. That left the prickly nymph.
Too bad.
“You haven’t listened to a word I’vesaid.”
He fixed on her luscious lips, picturingthem plump from his kisses. “I hang on your every syllable.” Hesipped his black coffee. “There’s a bunch of ylves along with anassortment of Aeternal breeds meeting regularly to talk aboutslipping onto Earth to do damage. We need to stop them.”
“No.”
“I’m pretty sure that’s what you said.”
“I said we should watch them, find out whotheir leader is, and discover their plans. When it’s time to stopthem, we’ll call in more Firebrands as backup.”
“Whatever. In the meantime, you’re my nannywhile I marinate in the Scath stew.”
A while back, Sabine and Tyr showed up inNico’s office at Alliance headquarters in Chicago. He’d had arespectable job as Agent Abello, a man in charge of a teaminvestigating Skyler Maxwell’s dive off an L platform, ablackmailing blogger group, and the death of their lead tech.Natch, he’d balked at being shuffled off to Scath, an order sincethe powers-that-be discovered he was a mage descendant of the BloodCoven. The blonde nymph, who took orders seriously, had her warlockpartner knock Nico out with a spell before they schlepped him totheir realm.
Sabine took on the job as his caretaker. Sohe didn’t whack out from boredom, he used a little constructiveblackmail. He’d either tag along with the Scion Firebrands or he’ddo a disappearing act. His demand was met.
In the meantime, Nico was showing no signsof his mage gifts. He was without friends, away from a job heloved, no longer a hot-shot Alliance agent. Rather, he was a pussywho had to be protected from the big-bad, relegated to beingordered around by Superwoman Barbie who wouldn’t give him the timeof day. The last part might have been a tad unfair. The nymphhadn’t asked for the babysitting duty. But here they were. He wasnot pissed much.
Yeah. He was.
Nico combed fingers through his hair,brushing back an unruly lock. “Okay. I’ll focus. Run the road mapby me again.”
“Arisen Dawn was once a group called theIsolationists. Mostly ylves. Now, we have reason to believe theyhave new leadership. They’re spouting nationalistic bullshit abouttaking their rightful place on Earth. The whole domination luggage.Aeternals are stronger, braver. We deserve to lead. Yada. Fucking.Yada. Other breeds are joining them. Incubi, succubi, vamps,shifters, djinn, berserkers, satyrs, nymphs, and demons arerallying to the cause. We need to investigate. But we can’t go offhalf-cocked.”
“Speaking of ‘half-cocked,’ when are wegoing to fuck?” A little action between the sheets would be aworthy diversion from his current woe-me’s.
“Smooth. How could I pass up such anoffer?”
“What would get you into a horizontalposition?”
“A sniper’s rifle and my eye on a target.Focus!”
“Maybe if we hooked up once, sweetness, Icould concentrate better.”
“Look, cuddles, I don’t mix business andpleasure.”
