Death Defying (Dark Desires) by Croft Nina

Author:Croft, Nina [Croft, Nina]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Nina Croft, Entangled Publishing, Death Defying, romance series, romance, Blood Hunter
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Published: 2014-02-24T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Tannis paced the floor of the large meeting room while they waited for Devlin Starke to appear. He’d been dealing with something when they’d boarded and would be with them as soon as he could. Tannis tried to curb her impatience, but she’d never been any good at that.

So far, she was impressed with what she had seen. The ship was immaculate and appeared to be well run. She was a Mark Three cruiser like El Cazador, though her design and decor were more functional, less luxurious, but that was Rico’s influence.

They’d decided to keep the boarding group small, plenty of time for the Rebels to meet the rest of the crew if they agreed to help. And she was by no means convinced they would. She could only hope that they would see enough benefit in destroying the ship and hindering the Church’s plans for ultimate power.

So it was just her, Rico, and the Trog. Callum had wanted to come, but she had pointed out, quite reasonably—well reasonably for her anyway—that he might not be one of Devlin Starke’s favorite people, and their chances were better if he stayed in the background. He’d agreed—albeit reluctantly. She didn’t think Callum was a background sort of person.

Callum had been acting a little weird. If she hadn’t known him better, she would have presumed he was feeling guilty. He mostly remained in his cabin, but did join them for meals, where he stayed quiet and just watched them, usually with a slight frown on his face as though he didn’t know what to make of them. His girlfriend hadn’t shown herself, whether through choice or because Callum had ordered her to stay out of the way, Tannis didn’t know. But she was glad. Venna and her “angel” face might have been a little too much to stomach.

The door slid open, and she turned to look at the man who stood in the entrance. He hesitated a moment, spoke a brief aside to somebody behind him, then entered the room alone. He bore very little resemblance to the Trog. His hair, mainly black with streaks of blond, was pulled into a ponytail showing off his sharp cheekbones and slanted blue-green eyes. Cat’s eyes—they were the only thing he shared with his brother. He was a handsome man, but with a hard, ruthless stamp to his features, further enhanced by the scar that ran from his right eyebrow, down his cheek to the corner of his mouth, giving him a perpetual sneer. She wondered why he had never had it corrected; maybe he knew it gave him an amazingly sexy and dangerous look. The thought surprised her. Since when had she noticed that men were sexy?

He strolled toward them. Where the Trog was lanky, he appeared perfectly proportioned, with long legs and broad shoulders. He moved like a cat, on the balls of his feet, graceful for such a big man. The Rebels didn’t wear a uniform, but he was dressed in khaki pants tucked into combat boots, and a short-sleeved T-shirt.

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