Saint Or Sinner (Bad Things Book 8) by Cynthia Eden

Author:Cynthia Eden [Eden, Cynthia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance
Publisher: Hocus Pocus Publishing, Inc.
Published: 2018-07-23T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

The cops were milling around the scene—the giant insanity that Josephine and Malik had left in their wake when they’d fled the posh penthouse the night before and left wreckage, tons of shattered glass, and a severely broken elevator in their wake. Josephine tilted her head as she stared up at the gaping holes in the side of the building—places were glass should have been. It almost looked as if a bomb had gone off in there.

Basically, one had.

Uniformed cops were coming and going from the casino-slash-hotel. She wasn’t particularly interested in those cops. They wouldn’t give her good intel. No, she wanted bigger game. So she waited, hanging out on the corner, acting as if she were drinking some kind of triple giant latte thing. And then—

I see you.

She trashed the untouched latte as she fell behind the familiar detective who’d just exited the building. Tall, with dark coffee skin, slightly poor fashion taste, and an expression that said he wasn’t in the mood for shit, the detective was a man she knew. Dorrin Mack. Would he remember that he owed her one? Probably not.

She followed silently, heading past the tourists who lined the main strip. Ignoring the street performers. Not even glancing up when they passed the look-alike Eiffel Tower that out-of-towners loved so much.

Dorrin skirted away from the crowds. Snaked between the buildings.

He almost ditched her. Almost.

She rounded a corner and found him waiting—with his claws out, typical.

Josephine offered him a warm smile. “Dorrin! It’s been too long.” She lifted her hands to show him that she wasn’t armed. A lie, of course, because supernatural strength always counted as a weapon, and her fangs were far better than any knife.

Dorrin growled at her.

“Really? You’re going to pull up your wolf now? When I can just scream and tourists will come running because they’ll think we’re having some kind of show for them?” Josephine shook her head and made a tut-tut sound. “I expected more from you.”

“And I expected you to stay out of Vegas! You know the coyotes have been gunning for you. You know—”

“I’m not really worried about the coyotes right now.” Mostly because so many of them were dead. Had he not found the bodies yet? She cleared her throat but kept her hands up. She was trying to play this one the right way. The non-threatening way. “From what I hear, the coyotes are going to be battling it out between each other, trying to see who will be the new leader of their rag-tag crew.”

His eyes closed. “You killed Kellan.”

Oh, maybe he had found some of the coyote bodies. But in regard to Kellan’s particular death…“Uh, actually, no, I didn’t. Someone else beat me to the punch.”

His eyes snapped open. They were a dark, unusual shade of green. “Your scent—lavender and vanilla—was all over that trashed penthouse.”

“Yes, it probably was.”

Now his nostrils flared. “I know it was. I’m a damn werewolf! I can pick up scents.”

She didn’t need the reminder. But if

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