Illusion by C.L. Roman

Author:C.L. Roman
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: angels, demons, new york, norse mythology, fashion week
Publisher: C.L. Roman

Passing through the revolving door of the hotel, Jotun allowed his disguise to slip away, exiting as a tall, blond Nordic with cool blue eyes and an athletic physique.

Two women sauntered toward him, one tall and very thin, the other equally tall, but with more generous curves. Both looked as if they had just stepped out of the latest issue of Vogue. The thin one looked into his face with a cat-like smile and then gasped, tugging on her companion's arm.

"'Livi! That's him!"

"Who are you talking about?" Livi followed her friend's gaze and stopped short. "Oh. My. God. Alexandria, it is him!"

Jotun would have walked by, taking no notice of either woman, but Alex grabbed his arm.

"What's your hurry, gorgeous? Jotun, isn't it?"

He stared at her hand on his arm and then into her eyes. "I do not know you."

She pouted. "No, but we can fix that, can't we? Why don't you let me buy you a drink?"

"Alex..." Livi shifted from one six inch heel to the other. "The news said he's sick. Maybe we should..."

"He doesn't look sick." Alex allowed her gaze to sweep over him and then peered at him through her lashes. "As a matter of fact, he looks deliciously healthy."

"Alex, he is married. We should take him to Gwyn."

Alex threw a scathing look over her shoulder. "That bitch got me fired." She turned a seductive smile on Jotun. "And I say, finders, keepers. How about that drink?"

Jotun pried her fingers free of his arm and stepped away. "I don't think so."

"Bastard!" The woman called Alex grabbed her friend's arm and stomped into the hotel. A man hurried up to her, talking fast and holding a microphone.

Ignoring them, Jotun skirted the hotel and rounded the corner to the service alley. The street lights made little difference to the darkness where Surt was leaning against the brick building, waiting.

"Did you get it?" His partner levered himself upright as Jotun held out his phone.

"See for yourself," he said. A small icon blinked red and green at them from the screen. Jotun tapped it and a new screen slid into view.

"That's his email?" Surt asked.

Glancing over his shoulder, Jotun took in the steady stream of passersby — each one a stranger and a possible threat. "His email and everything else he does on that phone. We need to move."

"Getting jumpy, Jotun? We didn't need to risk leaving him alive. We could have —"

But Jotun was already walking away. He slid Surt a sidelong glance as the demon caught up. "As I told you before, killing him is the bigger risk. We've seen how quick they are to change their plans when they perceive a threat."

"Yes, and I thank you for that little lesson, but —"

"Enough. He is more use to us alive than dead. We need to find out where the missiles are stored and then find a way to get the launch codes."

"We could always build our own bombs," Surt grumbled.

Jotun rubbed his fingers over the pain in his forehead.

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