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Unfortunately, he wasn’t going to live that long
Isaac let out a frightened yelp Gina gasped and Raina caer had flashed out, cutting the male’s wrist; then Mikhael flipped the weapon and thrust it back into the scabbard hidden beneath his coat Holding a vial against the cut, he grasped Isaac’s forearm in a lock hold The blood was drawn into the container by its vacuu
When he had about a tablespoon, he capped it Gina, efficient sort that she was, had recovered enough to bring a napkin froirl, too, because she waited for Raina to aze fastened on Mikhael
Mikhael held the vial up in front of Isaac’s deer-in-the-headlights expression as Gina blotted his wound "Blood calls to itself Now I don’t have to expend the energy hunting you" He aze "You step one foot off her property, all bets are off, demon Your ass is mine And all your detachable parts, which is pretty "
"I bet you’re the first Lucifer calls when it’s ti an acid look at hiroup toht Saul usually leaves the TV on, but he’ll be dead to the world, so find so warlanced at the succubus, her lips quirking at Gina’s frank assesshly Just keep it down It’s our only day of rest, and we have a busy week ahead"
A completely bemused Isaac let himself be led from the room, but Mikhael noted the way he looked back at both of theaze Hatred Fear None of it boded well
"He’s lying, you know" They’d departed before he said it, but it didn’t matter if Isaac heard He and Raina had both er any farther than they could throw hi Isaac with a ainst one
of Raina’s ancient oaks and hearing the satisfying crack of bone
"About portions of it He did take it for someone; that’s indisputable Sos out" She sat back down on the couch, resu her reclined position, her head propped on her forearm on the sofa back Her hair cascaded down her shoulder, fanned out over her hip, a stray tendril over her breast She looked like a Waterhouse painting, all soft on the edges, sensual, dreaatekeeper What happened to her?"
"A gatekeeper’s killed by decapitation and immolation She was headless, dumped in the fire pits The salaaze drifted to the oil painting over the mantel A woman, naked and collared, on her knees before a well-dressed man A man who had kindness as well as co in the picture, and it seemed Mikhael saw the fire flicker in his peripheral vision when he turned to look at her again
"How do you y?"
The shadow in her face was fleeting, but it left hiuish "With hue of five It’s the purest form Our kind can live off it for quite a while, but we can’t cultivate it ourselves, because harvesting requires sexual arousal, coe, but even our ‘despicable’ kind has limits Usually"
He sat down on the sofa in front of her He laid a hand on her thigh, just above her knee, fingers sliding over the gathered fabric of the skirt It drew her attention, for certain, but his intent wasn’t seduction He just had the desire to touch, and so he did "Despicable is your word, Raina Not mine A Dark Guardian has no prejudices"
"An equal-opportunity executioner How liberated Do you believe he killed the gatekeeper?"
"Do you?"
She shook her head "He’s capable of killing, but not that kind Not unless his own life is at stake"
"Agreed Whoever sent him to steal the iteliood as dead He ran, hid it, and then ran again I tracked hi A deh traces left to determine race And so here we are"
"She’ll track him to tie up loose ends" Those shrewd eyes met his "Will you protect hiuard someone’s back, you have to be able to turn your back on theer proble his knuckles over, he ran the, over her knee, in the folds of the skirt Her eyes followed theof her skin, the interested stir of her body, but it was as she’d said In her profession, the reaction of the body was of noof a stoer didn’t mean she’d permit herself a fullwas far y state
"When I catch her," he added, "I’htened of her than of me"