some kind of black magic witch?” Micah questioned, his right eye crinkling in speculation.
A sly smile spread across Dorian’s lips. “I’m much worse.”
Micah and Wyatt looked at each other, and then at me accusingly like I’d stepped over to the dark side and was consorting with the enemy.
“He’s Death,” I said. “And the only thing dangerous about him is his enormous ego.” That wasn’t true; Dorian was a force to be reckoned with, but I wasn’t going to feed his narcissism. And for the most part he was one of the good guys.
“As in the reaper of souls?” Wyatt asked.
“That’d be the one,” Dorian replied.
“Now that the introductions are out of the way, what are you guys going to do with the bodies?” I asked. It was quickly getting colder and the thin jacket I wore wasn’t up to the task of shielding me from it. Plus, I was exhausted from the fight and using my energy to control the spirits.
“Like I said, we’ll take them to the morgue,” Wyatt replied. “We’ll have to find someone to exercise the demons from them.”
“I can do it,” Dorian offered. “It’d be best if we took care of it tonight so that the demons don’t extract themselves and go into one of your officers.”
Micah and Wyatt looked at each other, their heads nodding and their mouths agape. The poor guys were used to dealing with the run-of-the-mill criminals, not demons.
“Where’s Lauren?” Dorian asked.
I turned to see where she had gone but didn’t see her. “I don’t know, probably sinking her fangs into the cute officer she was flirting with.”
“Some bodyguard she’s turning out to be,” Dorian mumbled. “You’ll have to come with me to the morgue.”
“Like hell I will,” I bit out. “It’s late and I’m tired. I’m going home.”
“Not by yourself you’re not,” Dorian replied, his tone final.
“For crying out loud, I’m not helpless and you can’t order me around.”
“We’ll just give you two a moment,” Wyatt interrupted. He and Micah walked over to a couple of their officers and left me alone with Dorian. We glared at each other, both unwilling to bend.
“It’s nice you care about my safety, but I’ve survived twenty-six years without you. I think I’ll manage to stay alive for one more night.” I turned and walked away.
“Meet you at the morgue, boys,” Dorian called behind me as his footsteps headed in my direction. “I have to walk Gwen home.”
I frowned, hugging my arms to my chest and continued up the path. Dorian fell in step beside me and together we exited the cemetery. I felt something heavy fall around my shoulders, and when I looked up, Dorian was no longer wearing his leather jacket.
“You know, if word gets out that you’re a gentleman, it’ll hurt your rep.”
“Luckily there aren’t any witnesses around.” We walked in silence for a few long seconds before Dorian spoke again. “It happened again tonight.”
I had been staring into the trees lining the street. I looked up at him. “What happened again?”
Dorian shook his head slightly, his lips a tight wire as the muscles in his jaw flexed. He was absolutely gorgeous, even when pissed off. His skin, though lined with a five o’clock shadow, was warm porcelain.
“I couldn’t see the danger you were in tonight,” he said, bewildered.
I knew the lack of insight bothered him, and it bothered me too, but I believed everything happened for a reason. I just didn’t know what the reason might be.
“Maybe you’re not seeing it because the rogues weren’t going to kill me. You see death, right? What if the rogues were ordered to just kidnap me or something?” Dorian gave me an ‘are you serious?’ look, I shrugged. Truth was I didn’t have a clue why I was blocked from him. In my experience, it couldn’t be good.
“I cannot pinpoint when you’ll die, Gwen. Do you understand how baffling and dangerous that is?” Dorian’s hands curled into fists beside his thighs.
A sly smile spread across Dorian’s lips. “I’m much worse.”
Micah and Wyatt looked at each other, and then at me accusingly like I’d stepped over to the dark side and was consorting with the enemy.
“He’s Death,” I said. “And the only thing dangerous about him is his enormous ego.” That wasn’t true; Dorian was a force to be reckoned with, but I wasn’t going to feed his narcissism. And for the most part he was one of the good guys.
“As in the reaper of souls?” Wyatt asked.
“That’d be the one,” Dorian replied.
“Now that the introductions are out of the way, what are you guys going to do with the bodies?” I asked. It was quickly getting colder and the thin jacket I wore wasn’t up to the task of shielding me from it. Plus, I was exhausted from the fight and using my energy to control the spirits.
“Like I said, we’ll take them to the morgue,” Wyatt replied. “We’ll have to find someone to exercise the demons from them.”
“I can do it,” Dorian offered. “It’d be best if we took care of it tonight so that the demons don’t extract themselves and go into one of your officers.”
Micah and Wyatt looked at each other, their heads nodding and their mouths agape. The poor guys were used to dealing with the run-of-the-mill criminals, not demons.
“Where’s Lauren?” Dorian asked.
I turned to see where she had gone but didn’t see her. “I don’t know, probably sinking her fangs into the cute officer she was flirting with.”
“Some bodyguard she’s turning out to be,” Dorian mumbled. “You’ll have to come with me to the morgue.”
“Like hell I will,” I bit out. “It’s late and I’m tired. I’m going home.”
“Not by yourself you’re not,” Dorian replied, his tone final.
“For crying out loud, I’m not helpless and you can’t order me around.”
“We’ll just give you two a moment,” Wyatt interrupted. He and Micah walked over to a couple of their officers and left me alone with Dorian. We glared at each other, both unwilling to bend.
“It’s nice you care about my safety, but I’ve survived twenty-six years without you. I think I’ll manage to stay alive for one more night.” I turned and walked away.
“Meet you at the morgue, boys,” Dorian called behind me as his footsteps headed in my direction. “I have to walk Gwen home.”
I frowned, hugging my arms to my chest and continued up the path. Dorian fell in step beside me and together we exited the cemetery. I felt something heavy fall around my shoulders, and when I looked up, Dorian was no longer wearing his leather jacket.
“You know, if word gets out that you’re a gentleman, it’ll hurt your rep.”
“Luckily there aren’t any witnesses around.” We walked in silence for a few long seconds before Dorian spoke again. “It happened again tonight.”
I had been staring into the trees lining the street. I looked up at him. “What happened again?”
Dorian shook his head slightly, his lips a tight wire as the muscles in his jaw flexed. He was absolutely gorgeous, even when pissed off. His skin, though lined with a five o’clock shadow, was warm porcelain.
“I couldn’t see the danger you were in tonight,” he said, bewildered.
I knew the lack of insight bothered him, and it bothered me too, but I believed everything happened for a reason. I just didn’t know what the reason might be.
“Maybe you’re not seeing it because the rogues weren’t going to kill me. You see death, right? What if the rogues were ordered to just kidnap me or something?” Dorian gave me an ‘are you serious?’ look, I shrugged. Truth was I didn’t have a clue why I was blocked from him. In my experience, it couldn’t be good.
“I cannot pinpoint when you’ll die, Gwen. Do you understand how baffling and dangerous that is?” Dorian’s hands curled into fists beside his thighs.
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