“Very dramatic, but I can promise you that the Commission has far more important matters to concentrate on than a stray half-breed.”
His thumb absently stroked over the lush fullness of her lower lip, his body throbbing in tempo with her rapid heartbeat.
“What matters?”
He grimaced. He left demon politics to Styx. Why stab someone in the back when it was far more satisfying to stab them in the heart? But not even a complete hermit could have ignored the gathering tension.
Something big was coming and the Commission was bracing to head it off.
“The private discussions are above my pay grade, but there’s no secret that the Oracles have been gathered in Styx’s former lair south of Chicago for weeks,” he said.
“And what does that prove?” She jerked away from his touch, as if he’d scalded her. “That they’re a bunch of freeloaders who overstay their welcome?”
Tane shook his head, caught between the urge to wrap her into his arms and drink deeply of her passionate nature or to shake some sense into her thick skull.
As fascinating as he might find her fire and brimstone the Commission wouldn’t be even a little amused by her lack of respect.
“They’re not a fraternity who like to hang out and play Wii together,” he said, saving his lecture on treating the Commission with the proper reverence for later. Did he really want to point out just how dangerous the temperamental demons could be when he needed Laylah to get out of the damned fog? “Each of the Oracles are powerful demons of different species, some of them mortal enemies who are forced to play nice when they must meet to resolve conflicts or offer rulings. But they never linger a second longer than necessary.”
“Which only means that they are conveniently gathered for a lynching.”
Unable to deny her accusation, he smoothly slid into diversion mode.
Any warrior knew that a timely distraction was as effective as a full out attack.
“If they didn’t lynch Cezar then you should be safe enough,” he said with a shrug.
She awkwardly shifted the sleeping gargoyle still clutched in her arms.
“Who is Cezar?”
“A brother of mine who was reckless enough to mate the newest Oracle.”
“There’s another one? Perfect.” She glared at him as if it were entirely his fault that Anna had been revealed as the latest Oracle a few weeks before. “You’re just overflowing with good news.”
“A new Oracle is always a sign of coming trouble.”
“Like a mule-headed Charon?”
“Like a bad omen.” He grimaced. He wasn’t an adrenaline junkie who liked playing hero, nor did he subscribe to the theory it was thrilling to “live in interesting times.” He did his duty and returned to the privacy of his lair where he could indulge his various hungers and forget his past. The sense of looming danger was something that he had done his best to ignore, preferring the ostrich approach. But now … now he couldn’t entirely shake the disturbing premonition that this Jinn was somehow involved in the big bad future. And that an unseen hunter was stalking her. A thought that sent a shocking bolt of fury through him. “Believe me, if they didn’t consider the pleasure of continuing their torment of Cezar worthy of their attention, then you’re nothing more than a blip on the radar.”
She regarded him with blatant suspicion. “If I’m so unimportant, then why were you bothering to chase me at all?”
Wicked heat curled through his gut as he slid a lingering glance down her slender body.
“Do I need to remind you?” he husked. “Because I’m ready, willing, and eager to do so.”
The pulse at the base of her throat fluttered in response.
“I don’t doubt you’re always eager.”
He smiled, his gaze deliberately lingering on that revealing pulse.
“There are times when I’m more eager than others.”
She stepped back, the mists swirling around her slender body.
“You must think I’m a moron,” she accused.