Angel of Reckoning by Justin Sloan & Michael Anderle

Author:Justin Sloan & Michael Anderle [Sloan, Justin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: LMBPN Publishing
Published: 2017-04-04T06:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Old Manhattan Docks

Royland and Cammie had been casing out the docks for most of the night, teetering on the point between exhaustion and just wanting to give up, when Cammie’s ears perked up.

She recognized that voice.

Slowly, she crept to the side of a shipping crate and poked her head around it, then quickly pulled back.

“It’s her,” she whispered to Royland.

He snuck up next to her, pressing up almost against her body as he leaned out to have a look. His scent, like oak and iron, pulled at her and in spite of the odd coupling, made her want more.

“Did you just sniff me?” he asked.

“Barely perceptively,” she replied, biting her lower lip.

“Maybe to a regular human.” He pointed at his teeth and let his fangs show. “Vampire.”

She could feel herself blushing again, the heat rising to her cheeks, and hated it. Why did she lose herself around this vampire? Thinking back to their sparring in the underground hideout, before they had made their move on Enforcer HQ, she remembered. The way he hadn’t been afraid to hold back against her, knowing she could hold her own, made her see what kind of man he was.

While she was always flirtatious, she was the first to admit, it rarely meant anything. But with this guy?

She licked her lips and pulled him in for a quick kiss. He stared at her wide-eyed, and chuckled.

“Didn’t we talk about me making the first move?”

“Not my style,” she said with a shrug, then nodded over her shoulder. “What do we do about traitor girl over there?”

He frowned. “You kiss me out of the blue, and then change the subject like that?”

She smiled seductively. “We can keep going, but then she might escape.”

Royland just shook his head. “You… either have problems, or are really amazing. I’m still trying to decide which. Probably a little of both. Now, can we focus?”

“Your loss,” she said, and then moved around the shipping crate before she could see his reaction. Part of all this was just in good fun, but she actually liked this guy, and was starting to worry that her brash nature might scare him off.

Focus, she told herself as she crouch-walked toward where they had spotted Ella.

“That’s not good enough,” Ella said, and Cammie ducked down beside a stairwell, close enough to hear but stay out of sight.

“I can get you to the border of Old Portugal,” a man said. “For what you’re paying, no farther.”

Cammie and Royland shared a look. This wasn’t what they expected at all. With a shrug, Cammie stood.

“Portugal, Ella?” she said.

Ella and Peterson froze, hands on holsters, but didn’t draw. The man they were talking with, a tall man with a long, leather jacket and a captain’s hat typical of those sailing the blimps, took a step back, hands up.

“I don’t need any trouble on this trip,” he said. “You promised extra protection, not danger.”

“It’s fine,” Ella said, taking her hand away from her pistol and motioning for Peterson to do the same.

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