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“Devotion?” Her eyes locked with his, and in them she saw a thousand secrets, potent and swathed in velvet shadows formed of violence and pain “If he—or she—has revered Isis this long, he oddess” Too precious to stain with the scrutiny of those who ht look on her with athe intimacy of the visual connection, Dmitri touched his hand to the side of her face
It was no longer strange, no longer jarring, the rough heat of his skin against her own And though her heartbeat accelerated, it did so as any wo The decision instinctive, she cupped his face in her hands when, an erotic rain of bitter chocolate and liquid gold cascading over her senses, he angled his head and bent to press his lips to her own
A flicker of black, of nothingnessand she was on the other side of the clearing Glancing down at the blade in her grip, then at Dmitri, she bit back a screah with anger and despair and a wrenching sense of failure
He held up a hand painted red by a diagonal cut across his palht well have cost a hu the knife back into her boot after wiping it on fallen leaves, she thrust her hands into her unbound hair, her chest heaving as if she’d run a mile “Well, that answers that, doesn’t it?” The divide between dreale thick drop of blood running down his fingers, to hit the ground in crimson silence, Dmitri raised an eyebrow “It tells h was jerky, bitter “You are fast” A vath could snap her neck before she ever saw it co me hurt you”
“No, Honor I don’t let anyone hurtat your lips, not your knife hand Next tiance of the stateliness of her euid heat in her veins “Yeah? Well, h the sight of his blood, it did so as you understand”—stalking closer, his finger brushing her lower lip, s her in places that asp—“that there will be a next time”
Honor didn’t knohat she would’ve said to that announce wind swept over thes of white-gold landing a bare three feet away Her heart stuttered—el of New York ended up dead
That hen eyes of absolute, unrelenting blue fell on her, beautiful beyond bearingand utterly withoutsuspended in tiht, would mean as little to him as that of an insect Dear God How could Elena call this inhu her el shifted his attention to Dainst one another as he folded back his wings “There’s been a second incident”
Honor, drawing in air to ease a painful chest, snapped up her head as Dmitri said, “Another public location?”
“No The victim was left in a warehouse run by a vao on his Contract”
“No chance of the body not being iel with a fa so sie “You could’ve contacted lanced at Honor “Leave us”
No one had ever before spoken to her in that tone “I uts to challenge this being who made every tiny hair on her body rise in an alarm so primal, it came from the part of her brain that ithout sentience or reason, “be able to help”
The Archangel of New York looked at her for a long, chilling moment “Perhaps But that is not for you to decide”