At Grave's End: A Night Huntress Novel 3 by Jeaniene Frost

Author:Jeaniene Frost
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2011-12-05T20:34:29+00:00

Yes, I knew it was part of the role, but I also knew he meant it, so I really wanted to smack him.

Anthony glanced around, so quickly that if I hadn’t been watching his every movement, I would have missed it.

“You’re that Tate,” he murmured.

Tate folded his arms. “Isn’t it your turn now?”

Anthony’s smile grew challenging. “Patra,” he said, waiting for Tate’s reaction.

Tate flicked his gaze around in much more of a pronounced manner. I shifted, too, but in apparent confusion.

“What are you guys talking about?” I asked.

“Nothing you need to worry about, baby,” Tate replied, giving my shoulders a reassuring squeeze. “Anthony here, uh, works for a competitor of my boss’s and they’re both fighting over the same contract. If you ask me, I wouldn’t mind if his boss wins it.” Anthony raised a brow. “Really? That’s a bold statement to make to a stranger about your… boss.”

“Let’s just say I had a chance to assist your boss before, but I didn’t take it, and now I have buyer’s remorse over what I could have gone home with instead of what I got,” Tate said. His posture straightened from a relaxed stance to open defiance.

Anthony must have heard about the part Tate played back at Mencheres’s house right before it went boom, because he nodded.

“What if your mistake could be remedied? I happen to know my boss would be very interested in any information a… corporate spy could provide.” Tate smiled. “How does your boss reimburse? Because I’d want money and protection.” Anthony waved a hand. “You can’t imagine how handsomely my employer rewards those who serve her.”

I’ll just bet, I thought cynically. Unless, of course, you’re talking about the people who serve Patra because she’s threatened to kill their family if they don’t.

“Do you have to talk about business now?” I asked, making my voice petulant.

Anthony seemed to notice me for the first time. He gave me a thorough once-over, and there was nothing prepubescent in it. How typical that his first reaction had been to dismiss me because I had a heartbeat.

“Who’s your friend, Tate?”

“Kathleen,” Tate said, calling me by my middle name. “Isn’t she gorgeous?”

“She is,” Anthony agreed, moving closer. His eyes glittered. “But with those looks, that red hair, and her heartbeat, she reminds me a lot of someone I’ve heard of.” There was open challenge in his voice. I gave Anthony my most innocent “who, me?” look.

“I like to role-play,” Tate replied with an edge to his tone. “So I had Kathleen change her hair color and wear contacts. You got a problem with that?” Anthony’s arm whipped out, and he yanked my jeans down over my left hip, then my right one. There was nothing on either but smooth, unmarked skin.

Tate bristled even as I hid a smile. That’s right, buddy. No tattoo anymore. Hurt like hell when Max sliced it off, not that you would have heard about that, but now its absence is coming in handy.

“You touch her again and we quit talking,” Tate growled.

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