safe.
And now Utah had hit her with Fin’s brother . “Who is he? What is he? Why didn’t I know about him?” She fumbled with her bra, pulling it back into place and smoothing her top down.
“His name is Seir.”
“Just Seir? Does he have a last name? Do any of you guys have a last name?” God, she’d almost made love with him, and she didn’t even know his last name. The scariest part? She didn’t care.
Lia tried to ignore how sensual he looked all mussed and rumpled. Had she missed the part where he pulled up his zipper? Lots of symbolism there, all along the lines of the gates of paradise clanging shut.
“I don’t know about Seir, but my last name is Endeka. All of us are Endekas. Fin’s creation. It means eleven. Everything comes down to numbers with him.”
Figured. “So tell me about this Seir?”
“Let’s go. I’ll tell you what I know on the way down.”
“Wait.” Lia left him standing there as she raced back to her room. She threw on her coat. Not because she intended to go outside but because she needed to hide her gun and sword. Utah had a prehistoric killer on call. She didn’t.
He was pacing impatiently when she returned. She kept up with him as he strode toward the door.
“Some of the other guys have met Seir. I haven’t. Not sure what he is, and Fin isn’t talking. Seir has helped us a few times. He made a cameo appearance during the dustup with Eight in Philly. Helped Jenna stay alive. Guess you missed him there. No one seems to know where his true loyalty lies. We only know two things for sure: Fin won’t make contact with him, and Seir waits outside Fin’s condo in every city we visit. Sort of creepy if you ask me.”
Memory flash. A tall, blond man standing among the trees. “Is it safe to meet him alone?” Her mind was racing. She thought she’d identified all the variables. Evidently not.
Utah shrugged. “He’s never attacked any of the Eleven. Besides, if we tell anyone about this, they might feel obligated to tell Fin. And he might try to stop us.”
Lia kept quiet on the elevator. She agreed with him. And she was curious. The mysterious Fin had a brother. Who would’ve thought?
The elevator opened to an empty lobby. Not surprising given the early hour of the morning. Lia did a quick scan. No one at the night guard’s desk. That was surprising. She reached into her coat pocket, wrapping her fingers around her gun. Then she followed Utah out of the car.
Leashed power raised the hair on the back of her neck even before she spotted the figure half hidden in a shadowed corner of the room.
A man sat cross-legged on the floor, his head tilted down, his long blond hair falling around his face. A face she couldn’t see.
Beside her, Utah tensed. Lia could swear she sensed his soul creeping closer to the surface. Was that normal? She’d never felt this attuned to anyone before. Wasn’t sure she wanted it now.
“Seir?” Utah stopped and waited.
The man lifted his head. His face delivered the same emotional punch as Fin’s. Both had an unearthly beauty. But Seir’s hair framed that incredible face in a tangled glory shading from intense to pale gold. His eyes were an icy blue.
Then he smiled, and his resemblance to Fin faded a little. There was real warmth along with wicked humor in that smile. Lia thought Fin could take some lessons from his brother. That didn’t mean Seir wasn’t dangerous. Eight had done a lot of smiling too, and he’d been a freaking psychopath.
“Lia and Utah. You’re alone, so I assume you left my brother sleeping peacefully. Good. He was always the wet blanket at every party.”
Seir rose to his feet in one fluid motion. Lia figured he was over six feet but not as tall as Fin. He reached them in a few easy strides. She had only a fleeting impression of his clothes—black leather jacket over a T-shirt deifying Jim Morrison, jeans, and boots. But no one would ever notice his clothes unless he hid his face.
She dared a quick
And now Utah had hit her with Fin’s brother . “Who is he? What is he? Why didn’t I know about him?” She fumbled with her bra, pulling it back into place and smoothing her top down.
“His name is Seir.”
“Just Seir? Does he have a last name? Do any of you guys have a last name?” God, she’d almost made love with him, and she didn’t even know his last name. The scariest part? She didn’t care.
Lia tried to ignore how sensual he looked all mussed and rumpled. Had she missed the part where he pulled up his zipper? Lots of symbolism there, all along the lines of the gates of paradise clanging shut.
“I don’t know about Seir, but my last name is Endeka. All of us are Endekas. Fin’s creation. It means eleven. Everything comes down to numbers with him.”
Figured. “So tell me about this Seir?”
“Let’s go. I’ll tell you what I know on the way down.”
“Wait.” Lia left him standing there as she raced back to her room. She threw on her coat. Not because she intended to go outside but because she needed to hide her gun and sword. Utah had a prehistoric killer on call. She didn’t.
He was pacing impatiently when she returned. She kept up with him as he strode toward the door.
“Some of the other guys have met Seir. I haven’t. Not sure what he is, and Fin isn’t talking. Seir has helped us a few times. He made a cameo appearance during the dustup with Eight in Philly. Helped Jenna stay alive. Guess you missed him there. No one seems to know where his true loyalty lies. We only know two things for sure: Fin won’t make contact with him, and Seir waits outside Fin’s condo in every city we visit. Sort of creepy if you ask me.”
Memory flash. A tall, blond man standing among the trees. “Is it safe to meet him alone?” Her mind was racing. She thought she’d identified all the variables. Evidently not.
Utah shrugged. “He’s never attacked any of the Eleven. Besides, if we tell anyone about this, they might feel obligated to tell Fin. And he might try to stop us.”
Lia kept quiet on the elevator. She agreed with him. And she was curious. The mysterious Fin had a brother. Who would’ve thought?
The elevator opened to an empty lobby. Not surprising given the early hour of the morning. Lia did a quick scan. No one at the night guard’s desk. That was surprising. She reached into her coat pocket, wrapping her fingers around her gun. Then she followed Utah out of the car.
Leashed power raised the hair on the back of her neck even before she spotted the figure half hidden in a shadowed corner of the room.
A man sat cross-legged on the floor, his head tilted down, his long blond hair falling around his face. A face she couldn’t see.
Beside her, Utah tensed. Lia could swear she sensed his soul creeping closer to the surface. Was that normal? She’d never felt this attuned to anyone before. Wasn’t sure she wanted it now.
“Seir?” Utah stopped and waited.
The man lifted his head. His face delivered the same emotional punch as Fin’s. Both had an unearthly beauty. But Seir’s hair framed that incredible face in a tangled glory shading from intense to pale gold. His eyes were an icy blue.
Then he smiled, and his resemblance to Fin faded a little. There was real warmth along with wicked humor in that smile. Lia thought Fin could take some lessons from his brother. That didn’t mean Seir wasn’t dangerous. Eight had done a lot of smiling too, and he’d been a freaking psychopath.
“Lia and Utah. You’re alone, so I assume you left my brother sleeping peacefully. Good. He was always the wet blanket at every party.”
Seir rose to his feet in one fluid motion. Lia figured he was over six feet but not as tall as Fin. He reached them in a few easy strides. She had only a fleeting impression of his clothes—black leather jacket over a T-shirt deifying Jim Morrison, jeans, and boots. But no one would ever notice his clothes unless he hid his face.
She dared a quick
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