Till Abandon by Avril Ashton

Author:Avril Ashton
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Total-e-bound

Chapter Nine

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Voltaire sat at the bar, legs crossed, staring off into space. After the interlude with Aimee, Blake had cleared the place and locked up. Now, he sat next to her in silence. She heard his mind working overtime, trying to find an explanation for her sudden quiet. Since he'd chased everyone off, she hadn't said a word.

Marcus's killer could very well have been under their noses the whole time. Why hadn't she thought to consider Czion? He'd been in the same training sessions as her—although he hadn't completed the programme. After whatever happened between him and Remi, he'd left. But he still knew the basics, he could perform the mind death. He'd been in Aimee's mind and hadn't even bothered to cover his tracks—Voltaire had followed the haphazard trail to see that the jaguar shifter had been whispering in the female wolf's ear, subtly pushing her to confront Blake and Voltaire when Aimee didn't want to.

That was the only reason she hadn't gutted Aimee for that suicidal stunt. The nerve. Now she had to let Blake know Czion might be the one who had killed his best friend. A task requiring a stiff drink.

The wolf surged close to Blake's skin. Voltaire felt its restless worry and tried to ease it.

I'm fine. She grabbed his hand and brought it to her lips. “I need my cell phone—it's upstairs."

The tension around Blake's mouth eased a little. The wolf quieted. “Do you want me to get it?"

"Yes.” She nodded. “Thank you."

His gaze lingered on her face, then he brushed her lips with his. Her eyelids fluttered as she returned his kiss. After a moment, he broke the kiss and sauntered away. Voltaire kept her attention on his gorgeous, retreating ass until he disappeared from view, then she closed her eyes and called up the mind link only elite PSC agents had. It was their special in-house communication, accessible only by the best of the best, and known only to a select few insiders.

Czion wasn't too hard to find. He was out hunting, alone. Behind her closed eyelids, Voltaire saw him in jaguar form, sleek and powerfully built, black as night—a rare colour in jaguars—running through the woods. She waited until Czion's jaguar was ready to pounce on a deer and seized control of the animal's mind, freezing its body in mid-flight.

Trapped inside the jaguar's body, Czion struggled fiercely, putting up a brave fight, trying to sniff out the danger around him. But while Czion remained a powerful being in his own right, he was no match for the Death Bringer. She knew the instant he sensed her presence—he ceased all fight.

What are you doing, V? Inside the jaguar, his voice was a rumble.

I could ask the same of you. You've been fucking with what's mine, and that's unacceptable. She searched out the jaguar's heart and tightened a fist around it, mentally squeezing.

Czion panted around the pain. What the hell are you talking about? The jaguar growled and snapped its jaws at the empty air—it could move no other part of its body.

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