somebody to give her the ride she craved. The one Sean wouldn’t give her.
Fine . She clenched her fists and let loose an attuned wail directed at her prey. The sound would scatter his thoughts, give him vertigo and knock him senseless.
The wail built, grew, expanded. It flowed into the night and sang .
When the kid slumped over the wheel, she slammed her mouth shut and stalked away. Time to find herself a bar full of randy men. Later, Sean .
Wait.
She slammed their link closed, shutting him out of the night ahead. A night whose promise thrilled across her heated skin. Her mind swirled with unabated lust. Sean wouldn’t want to be in her head when she found herself a good fuck. She didn’t dare consider how much she wanted him to be the one beneath her tonight. She’d never know the feel of him, a man she’d never met, eye to eye, flesh to flesh.
The banshee wallowed in the hedonism she craved. Every time she let her talents out, she couldn’t stop the rush to enjoy, in excess, pleasures of the flesh. Sensitive to the point of pain, her nipples rubbed against her dress. She licked her lips, eager to taste a glass of rich, smoky whiskey while she chose her lover for the night.
Behind her, a car skidded into the empty lot. A door wrenched open, but she kept walking down the sidewalk, back toward her place to change into her sex-in-heels outfit. Then, to the part of town still awake and hopping.
“Daisy, stop. We have a situation. I need to bring you in now,” Griffin Cinder called.
Griffin was her adopted uncle. He couldn’t give her what she needed tonight either.
“Daisy O’Grady!”
She ignored the urgency in his voice and kept walking.
* * * * *
Daisy sat at the long, expensive antique table in the meeting room and waited on the lecture, but Ray Cinder didn’t mention the night before—when she’d ignored the summons to come in. He didn’t mention Griffin had to hunt her down, pull her away from her tryst and forcibly sedate her because once on the prowl, the banshee wouldn’t go back into hiding inside her until utterly sated. They’d never sedated her before. Something bad was coming. Knowing that was the only reason she didn’t lay into them for daring to pump drugs into her. She’d listen to what Ray had to say first.
She shivered in the warm room. Shifting in the chair, she sent a small mental feeler out for Sean, but he didn’t answer. She was well and truly alone. She crossed her legs and sat back in the chair.
The head of CTF got right to business.
A folder slapped down in front of her. She turned the pages. The dossier pictured a remote cabin in the woods. Idyllic and peaceful, the surrounding campgrounds would pass as the perfect vacation spot, but she didn’t think families spent their vacations there. Otherwise, the picture wouldn’t be in a mission folder.
Ray turned the page and tapped a surveillance photo. “There are a dozen of these cottages. All house two to four rogues. See the heat signature patterns here?”
The red and yellow zones highlighted on the infrared shot grouped in small clusters, horizontal, most likely rogues sleeping in their separate cottages.
“I’ve never heard of so many together before.” She couldn’t help her flat, non-emotional reply. The sedation still had her unnaturally even. Otherwise, she might be frightened of this development. Or pissed off.
“I haven’t either.” Hands laced at his back, Ray paced the length of the table.
He took his time continuing the briefing. She’d never seen him this way, agitated and rumpled. Raymond Cinder, who had to be in his nineties but didn’t appear to be a day over forty, a fire mage of unbelievable power, had never been one to rush her into the field. That the man of action and temper appeared to be nervous should have bothered her, but she sat waiting. Calm.
Her sedate nature wouldn’t last long. The power she brought to the table came with a price. A sensual creature who fought to
Fine . She clenched her fists and let loose an attuned wail directed at her prey. The sound would scatter his thoughts, give him vertigo and knock him senseless.
The wail built, grew, expanded. It flowed into the night and sang .
When the kid slumped over the wheel, she slammed her mouth shut and stalked away. Time to find herself a bar full of randy men. Later, Sean .
Wait.
She slammed their link closed, shutting him out of the night ahead. A night whose promise thrilled across her heated skin. Her mind swirled with unabated lust. Sean wouldn’t want to be in her head when she found herself a good fuck. She didn’t dare consider how much she wanted him to be the one beneath her tonight. She’d never know the feel of him, a man she’d never met, eye to eye, flesh to flesh.
The banshee wallowed in the hedonism she craved. Every time she let her talents out, she couldn’t stop the rush to enjoy, in excess, pleasures of the flesh. Sensitive to the point of pain, her nipples rubbed against her dress. She licked her lips, eager to taste a glass of rich, smoky whiskey while she chose her lover for the night.
Behind her, a car skidded into the empty lot. A door wrenched open, but she kept walking down the sidewalk, back toward her place to change into her sex-in-heels outfit. Then, to the part of town still awake and hopping.
“Daisy, stop. We have a situation. I need to bring you in now,” Griffin Cinder called.
Griffin was her adopted uncle. He couldn’t give her what she needed tonight either.
“Daisy O’Grady!”
She ignored the urgency in his voice and kept walking.
* * * * *
Daisy sat at the long, expensive antique table in the meeting room and waited on the lecture, but Ray Cinder didn’t mention the night before—when she’d ignored the summons to come in. He didn’t mention Griffin had to hunt her down, pull her away from her tryst and forcibly sedate her because once on the prowl, the banshee wouldn’t go back into hiding inside her until utterly sated. They’d never sedated her before. Something bad was coming. Knowing that was the only reason she didn’t lay into them for daring to pump drugs into her. She’d listen to what Ray had to say first.
She shivered in the warm room. Shifting in the chair, she sent a small mental feeler out for Sean, but he didn’t answer. She was well and truly alone. She crossed her legs and sat back in the chair.
The head of CTF got right to business.
A folder slapped down in front of her. She turned the pages. The dossier pictured a remote cabin in the woods. Idyllic and peaceful, the surrounding campgrounds would pass as the perfect vacation spot, but she didn’t think families spent their vacations there. Otherwise, the picture wouldn’t be in a mission folder.
Ray turned the page and tapped a surveillance photo. “There are a dozen of these cottages. All house two to four rogues. See the heat signature patterns here?”
The red and yellow zones highlighted on the infrared shot grouped in small clusters, horizontal, most likely rogues sleeping in their separate cottages.
“I’ve never heard of so many together before.” She couldn’t help her flat, non-emotional reply. The sedation still had her unnaturally even. Otherwise, she might be frightened of this development. Or pissed off.
“I haven’t either.” Hands laced at his back, Ray paced the length of the table.
He took his time continuing the briefing. She’d never seen him this way, agitated and rumpled. Raymond Cinder, who had to be in his nineties but didn’t appear to be a day over forty, a fire mage of unbelievable power, had never been one to rush her into the field. That the man of action and temper appeared to be nervous should have bothered her, but she sat waiting. Calm.
Her sedate nature wouldn’t last long. The power she brought to the table came with a price. A sensual creature who fought to
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