[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
him. He needed to get them far enough away to be able to teleport
without being traced. Teleports, although an easy way to get around, left a
distinct signature. Any supernatural creatures with the ability to teleport
54
Dangerous Moonlight by Angela Castle
could trace each other within the first ten to fifteen seconds of teleporting.
Where are we going? Nessa s voice was barely audible above the
rushing wind.
Right now, anywhere away from here, he yelled back. She
seemed to be trying to press herself closer against him; he felt her body
trembling in the cool night air.
Cursing the demons for mounting a surprise attack, he had felt the
energy in the air, giving him enough time to pull on pants, boots, and shirt
and wrap a confused, sleepy Vanessa in her own bed sheet, before
carrying her to the back window and to the fire exit. Vanessa gave a
scream as the front door splintered loudly into thousands of pieces. Power
bolts haphazardly flew, missing their targets and destroying everything
else nearby. He was thankful they were lousy shots. Never weaponless,
Neman had managed to embed four daggers into the heart and head of
three demons as they came barging though the gaping hole they had
made in the door. Moving swiftly to lift Vanessa into his arms and
holding her tight against him, he d leapt over the railing, landing easily on
his feet from the two-story drop.
Now he d have no choice but to explain everything to her. After all,
seeing was believing to humans. Tonight she had seen and experienced a
lot. But the first priority was to get her to safety.
55
Dangerous Moonlight by Angela Castle
Chapter Six
For the second time in Nessa s life she was wearing a sheet, not
counting the time she was six years old running around in her mother s
best white sheets, pretending to be a ghost. She smelled like chocolate, the
sheet being no real mystery. As for the source of the chocolate smell, she
had her arms wrapped around him, her front pressed firmly against his
back as she hung onto him for dear life. The cold night air was slowly
turning her into a blue popsicle as they powered along the east coast of
Sydney on a rather expensive-looking motorbike. The new great mystery
was, why was there a gaping hole in her apartment wall? Who the heck
was Neman? Who were those weird-looking men who had blown her
apartment to oblivion? At least she had ruled out the possibility of Neman
being an underwear model.
Everything had happened so fast; only now, shivering on the back
of a bike, could she try to make sense of what had happened. She poked
56
Dangerous Moonlight by Angela Castle
him in the ribs she wanted off this ride and an explanation. You trying
to freeze me to death? she yelled against the rushing wind. Immediately
the bike slowed and pulled off the main road, before coming to a complete
stop. Neman s long legs kicked out the stand before dismounting.
Sorry, sweetness. I think we re far enough away now so they can t
track us. Nessa pulled off the helmet.
They, as in the ones who made confetti out of my apartment? I
always wanted to remodel, but something a little less conspicuous. The
landlord is going to be more than a little pissed.
Neman lifted her off the bike, pulling her into his arms. He rubbed
her arms, his warmth comforting, and his smell& oh, he always smelled so
good, heating her blood, turning her on, making her want him. Oh, for
goodness sake, somehow he d managed to turn her into a horny twit!
You feel it don t you? he said, giving her a half grin that could
melt the polar ice caps.
Feel what?
The irresistible pull between us. Just being close to you, Vanessa, I
want you again.
Nessa swallowed and pulled herself out of his arms.
Irresistible bull, you mean. Nessa tugged the sheet closer around
herself, then put her hands on her hips, attempting to give him her best
angry glare. Are you even going to attempt to explain what happened
back there? Or who you are?
You want it sugar-coated or straight-up?
I m standing here in my bed sheet, in the middle of the night out
in the Australian scrub, with a complete stranger, my apartment blown to
bits, and you have the nerve to ask me if I want it sugar-coated!
57
Dangerous Moonlight by Angela Castle
He just gave her another cocky grin. You look rather fetching in
that sheet, and I wouldn t say complete stranger after what we ve done.
Nessa felt her stare turn murderous.
All right. He lifted his hands to show his surrender. But you
may not believe what I m going to tell you.
Try me, buster!
Neman stepped in close, his arm snaking around her waist and
pulling her against his warmth. Nessa looked up into his eyes; even in the
darkness they seemed have a golden glow.
[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]