Devil Take Me by Karilyn Bentley

Author:Karilyn Bentley [Bentley, Karilyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Paranormal, macical realism, urban fantasy
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Published: 2017-12-17T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Once inside the elevator, I slump against the wall, tremors wracking my limbs. At least my body waited until I was away from David and Chuck before sinking into a trembling mess. No sense in looking weak before the big, bad mage or his big, bad boss.

I draw in a deep breath as I turn to Smythe. “Thanks for sticking up for me.”

“He tried to compel you to tell him how you shot down those minions.” His eyes narrow. “Didn’t think you wanted to spill your guts.”

“Good deduction. What do you think he knows? Do you think he tried to have me killed?”

“No, I don’t think he did.” His lips flatten as he stares at the elevator buttons. “But he knows more than he’s letting on. I bet he knows who did it and doesn’t want to say.”

“Okay, but it still doesn’t explain why. I thought Samantha wanted me dead because she had a raging case of jealousy. But—”

His gaze meets mine, furrowed brows highlighting blue eyes. “Jealousy?”

I look at the corner of the elevator, where the ceiling meets the wall, and clear my throat. “She likes you. Not that it matters—”

“What? We’re no longer like that.”

Heat slaps my cheeks as I meet his wide-eyed WTF gaze. I wave my hand in a never mind gesture.

“Anyway, as I was saying—”

“No, back up. You really thought she was jealous of you because you and I work together and she still had a thing for me?”

I shrug, hoping the lighting prohibits him from noticing my apparently red face. It could happen. “It was a valid theory. You’ve got to admit, she hates my guts, and claiming I’m not good enough to wear the justitia is only half of it. No one can care that much about my background.”

His look morphs from surprised to get-real. “Of course they can. But you’re right, Samantha’s issues aren’t the only thing going on here. Still can’t believe you thought she was jealous of you.”

Once again, heat splashes my cheeks, but I verbally plod forward. “As I was saying when so rudely interrupted, jealousy and not thinking I’m good enough to wear the justitia only get you so far. I’m learning it’s more than just me. I now think it has to do with my justitia.”

“Yeah, that’s my thought too. Finding the reason is going to be harder than finding out your past.”

The elevator dings and we step into the hall. Instead of continuing our conversation, we silently agree to not speak of it until we get back to my place. At least that’s my assumption for why Smythe strides down the hall to the landing room without saying a word.

Maybe he’s tired of my company.

Nah. The building has ears in the form of eavesdropping devices or magical spells that channel all conversations to a computer for later review.

Or so I imagine. The computer, that is.

I follow Smythe into the lavender scented white-walled landing room and through a portal to my bacon, egg, and coffee scented kitchen.

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