Skye's Trail by Jory Strong Page A

chance we had of getting her to ID someone or provide a description for an artist’s drawing. You should have had one of us in the room with you.”
     
    Skye shrugged. She’d held Callie’s mind in hers and knew with certainty that the child had given them what she could. She was tired of cops with their rules and regulations. The session with Callie had worn her down, lowered her resistance. She didn’t use her skills in that manner very often. It was difficult to go so deeply, to maintain control and hold another’s mind for such a long period of time.
     
    Right now she felt some of her usual control slipping. She wanted to rip the sanctimonious Caldwell off the barstool and kick her ass. Only the knowledge that it would complicate things with Rico kept her from doing it.
     
    “Nothing’s free, Caldwell. The price for the information you got is what you had to let go to get it. Callie would never have been able to ID anybody.”
     
    “You don’t know that,” the detective argued.
     
    “Cia, just drop it,” Rico said.
     
    “It’s not right, Rico, you got your ass chewed because of this.”
     
    “Just drop it,” he repeated and Skye could read the struggle in his face, the conflict, the need that echoed in her own body.
     
    “Are you working all night?” she asked and saw Caldwell’s lips tighten in the too-familiar disapproving line.
     
    Rico’s body tensed. “Yeah, Cia and I have a few more places to hit.”
     
    Need made Skye edgy. Unpredictable. She felt like a bitch in heat.
     
    Her nipples were rock-hard, her panties wet. Fuzzy images from the past washed over her and she knew that this was why her mother had two mates. Fuck. Of all the men to want, of all the men to bind to her, why did it have to be him? “I’m out of here,” she said and walked away from the bar without looking back.
     
    When Rico didn’t follow her out to the parking lot, Skye considered going to Fangs, to Gian. But instinct warned that he was just as dangerous to her as Rico was.
     
    With a grimace she thought maybe it was time to buy a vibrator. She’d never needed one before. But the edginess that rippled over her skin, the hunger that had her nipples so tight that it was painful, was distracting, dangerous in its own way.
     
    She went home instead. Only to find Gian waiting in the hallway outside of her apartment.
     
    The flame in the midnight centers of his eyes promised something she didn’t want to resist. His voice was pure seduction. “Invite me in.”

 
    Chapter Seven
     
     
     
    She’d wanted him and here he was. Without a word Skye unlocked the apartment and opened the door. But when she went to step inside, Gian caught her arm. “Say the words, Skye. Invite me in.”
     
    She gave him a small half-smile. “Come inside, Gian.”
     
    The door closed behind him decisively, triumphantly. His expression was fierce predator and aroused man. She wouldn’t deny him.
     
    Skye took the Harley jacket off and dropped it over the back of a chair. His eyes traveled along her body, taking satisfaction in the beaded nipples, in the need he could see rippling over her skin. It wouldn’t be an easy hunt, but in the end she would accept his binding. She wouldn’t be able to fight the demands of her body, of her Angelini bloodline.
     
    Gian’s eyes settled on the mark he’d given her in the parking lot and for an instant he could only stare in disbelief. She’d allowed some other man to touch her, to cover his mark with their own.
     
    His mind instantly flashed to the man he’d seen her dancing with at the club. “Who is he?” Gian growled as he closed the short distance, crowding into Skye’s space, wanting her to fear his retribution.
     
    She didn’t back up, didn’t back down. “Who?”
     
    “You’ve been with someone else.”
     
    “And you’re a virgin?” Her lips tipped up in a half-smile that sent heat roaring through his veins along with possessive rage.
     
    His nostrils