The rocking of the train lulled her. Her head dipped, and her eyes got heavy. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d slept well.
Still, she forced herself to check out the other people on the train. It didn’t pay to get sloppy. She’d depended on Maccus’s badass vibe when they were on the street. Not smart. He could turn on her in a heartbeat. He might want her for sex, but if a threat came, he’d leave her on her own. That’s how it worked in her world.
There were always demons and “others” around. The world was populated with paranormal creatures, but most humans lived their entire lives blissfully ignorant of that fact.
She wished she was still one of them.
Or maybe not. She would never have met Maccus. Of course, she was supposed to kill him. The more likely scenario was that he’d kill her.
Yeah, she wished she could go back, but that was impossible.
Honing her senses, she looked beyond the surface of those around her. A whiff of werewolf caught her attention. Sure enough, at the far end of the car, a man watched them. No, not them—Maccus. As if sensing her gaze, the werewolf glanced at her and then turned back to Maccus.
It was an odd sensation to be dismissed as inconsequential, as non-threatening. She was used to demons fearing her. But this werewolf was more wary of the man standing beside her. Of course, he was fierce in appearance, but maybe the wolf sensed something she didn’t.
The train rumbled into a station, and Maccus faced the door. Morrigan followed him. The werewolf was still watching them as they headed toward the stairs. Then, the doors of the train closed and it pulled away, taking the wolf with it.
Sweat trickled down her back, a combination of the warm night and her leather jacket. But she didn’t have much choice but wear it until she could get cleaned up. The collar of her coat constricted, making it harder to breathe.
Morrigan stopped in the middle of the sidewalk. What was she doing? All her common sense had deserted her. Why was she following him? It was a great opportunity for her to learn more about her prey. Yes, he’d kissed her and made her body come alive.
But the question she hadn’t asked, the one she would have asked if her brain hadn’t been muddled by the kiss and everything that had come before it, was why Maccus had been there? Coincidence? She didn’t believe in it.
It’s probably a trap.
Sucking up all her misgivings, she followed him to a sparkling high-rise in the heart of Manhattan. He bypassed the main entrance and went around the side of the building. There, almost hidden in the dark, was another door. When he placed his hand on the security panel, a light came on, and the door opened.
Morrigan took a deep breath and stepped inside.
Chapter Four
The back of his neck itched as he walked across the parking garage toward the private elevator that connected to his suite. Owning the building came with perks.
It went against all his instincts to allow someone at his back. In this case, it served a purpose. If Morrigan relaxed, she’d be more likely to talk.
And to have sex.
Right now, both were a priority.
And it was a calculated risk. If she attacked, he trusted he was faster. Maybe that was nothing more than hubris, but it was a chance he was willing to take.
Morrigan didn’t fidget, even though he knew she had to be uncertain about what awaited. Calm and cool, she strode to whatever fate awaited.
By the time the bell dinged and the door opened to his home, he was sure she’d cataloged every possible weakness and escape route in the garage and elevator. He’d have done the same.
They were alike in many ways.
When he stepped off, she remained inside. There was one sure-fire way to get her off. “Scared?” he taunted. He’d only known her a short time, but she had no shortage of confidence or faith in her ability to handle herself. Her job demanded both. They