Carnal Sin by Allison Brennan Page A

showed his deep respect for women, coupled with the way he treated her in bed, insisting that her pleasure was more important than his. For a macho guy, Anthony was a true gentleman. Except with Moira.
    She called Moira. "I'm texting you the address of the first known victim of the demon, and the address of a woman he allegedly killed before he died. Can you check them out and do your thing?"
    "You mean check for magic."
    "Right." Skye shifted on her feet. She still had a hard time talking about demons and magic as if that were a normal part of her job.
    "Will do, as soon as we finish with Velocity."
    "Are you there yet?"
    "Hardly. There are so many flippin' cars on the road we should have walked."

EIGHT
    Almost immediately after Moira hung up the phone with Skye, the text message came in with two addresses. She had no idea where they were, but Skye had a GPS in her truck. But first things first: Velocity.
    Moira reluctantly let Rafe drive to the nightclub. She itched to get behind the wheel, but Skye frowned on her driving because she didn't have a legal license. Moira was trying to play by the rules since the sheriff was letting her live in her house--and she liked her--but it was becoming increasingly difficult. She'd been on her own for so long that she was beginning to feel claustrophobic under the watchful eyes of Anthony and Skye.
    Not to mention Rafe Cooper. But that was a whole different issue.
    "You think the club has something to do with the deaths?" Rafe said after Moira told him what happened to the victims. Something occurred to her and she sent Skye another text.
    Did the police talk to the women who were with Monroe and Erickson? Who are they?
    "Three men--all involved in sexual acts," Moira said. "You know what we're dealing with here."
    "You think it's Lust." Rafe pondered that for a moment as they stalled in highway traffic.
    "Envy killed by having people act on their deep-seated envy of others ... Lust must be targeting people predisposed to being unable to control their physical desires. Most of us control lust, even when we're attracted to someone. Even when we know that person is attracted to us."
    Rafe glanced at her, and Moira pretended not to notice.
    She glanced at her phone. "Skye says the cops don't know who the two men were with the night they died." She stared out the windshield. "What if Lust came to town and the people she touches act out? It would explain the man who attacked the waitress. And why the married guy took a woman home from the same club."
    Rafe didn't say anything for several minutes, which was fine with Moira. She didn't want to talk about lust or attraction with Rafe.
    Why Los Angeles? Proximity to Santa Louisa? Because this was where Fiona was hiding out? Or something else? She hated that no matter what they did, they'd never know where the Seven Deadly Sins were until someone died. There had to be a better way, but every idea they explored hadn't panned out. She scoured the online paranormal message boards, looking for clues, but so far every possible lead turned out to be a dud. She itched to go on the road, follow up in person, but not until today had there been even a hint of the Seven Deadly Sins in action.
    Maybe if she had more control over her visions ... if she could find some way to use them to find the demons before someone died. But the only way Moira knew how to do that was through magic, and if she touched magic again, Fiona would be able to track her, whereas for now Moira was invisible to Fiona's psychic eye. Worse, using magic would open Moira up to possession again. She recalled the last desperate moments with Peter, whom she'd loved so passionately. Who would she kill next time?
    Rafe?
    Her stomach flip-flopped and she involuntarily grabbed the door handle. When she realized she was gripping the vinyl so hard her knuckles were white, she let go. Rico was right. Fear was her worst enemy. It was going to get her killed.
    Rafe broke the long silence. "Why did