“Spirits are incapable of forming portals.”
“Spooks are your specialty, not mine,” she muttered, her expression abruptly shuttered. “All I know is that she made an unexpected appearance in Avalon and shoved me through a portal. Next thing I knew I was making a face-first landing in London.”
She was lying.
He was certain of that much.
The question was whether anything she told him was the truth.
“I sensed there was something different about Yannah when I summoned her from the underworld,” he at last admitted.
“Obviously you should be more careful when you’re inviting in creatures from hell,” she taunted.
Yeah, he wasn’t going to argue with her logic.
“I was distracted at the time, if you’ll recall. And it was you who allowed her to escape before I could properly banish her.”
“Whatever.” She refused to meet his gaze. “Now will you get off of me?”
Damn. What the hell was she hiding from him?
“Spirit or not, why would Yannah follow us to Avalon and then conveniently be around to help you escape?”
There was a barely perceptible pause. “She owed me for releasing her from your bondage. I called in my debt.”
“I don’t believe you.”
She struggled, the sensation of her hard muscles squirming against him nearly sending him up in flames. Holy shit. If only he could turn all that pent-up aggression to passion she’d be na**d and riding him like a bucking bronco.
The image burned into his brain, making him so hard and ready he feared he might explode.
“Tough,” she growled.
He ground his teeth. Dammit, he wouldn’t let himself be distracted.
At least, not without the promise of satisfaction.
“Why did you follow me here?”
“You know why.”
He smiled without humor, pressing his aching arousal against her hip.
“Tempting, but I’m afraid you’ll have to wait to have your wicked way with my body,” he mocked. “At least until I’ve halted Armageddon.”
Her eyes flashed with indigo fire, her struggles becoming serious.
“My only interest in your body is hauling it to the Commission.”
He pressed the knife against her throat, refusing to regret the smell of burning flesh.
If she tried to take him to the Commission then he’d have to do a hell of a lot worse than singe a bit of skin.
“Wrong answer.”
“Shit, that burns.”
“Hold still and you won’t be hurt,” he informed her, lifting his free hand to form a portal.