“Yeah, but you only gotta do it once. And it gets easier when you get the hang of it. You gotta trick it up. Make it funny somehow. I remember this chick, I never knew her name and I wanted to file her and the woman was a serious-ass kink, so I called her Lola, you know, the Kinks—‘L-O-L-A low-la.’ ” I belt it just like Ray Davies, and fuck me they always did put on one helluva show. “I made her a bent paper clip resting in the fold of the sleeve on the Ray Davies statue in my study.”
“Paper clip? You have a Ray Davies statue in your study? What else is in your study?”
“Don’t be nosy, honey. It ain’t attractive. She was twisted. Like a bent paper clip. It worked for me.”
She ponders it, worrying that hot lower lip of hers that has some serious suction power. “And this really works?” she says finally.
“It’s all about taking control of your inner space, babe.”
She stares at me a long moment in silence. She opens her mouth and closes it again, rubbing her forehead. Then, looking like she can’t even believe what’s coming out of her mouth, she says, “Can we just fuck?”
I’m on her before she even finishes the sentence.
I think I just gave a whole new spin to talking a chick into fucking.
24
“I pushed you down deep in my soul for too long…”
“You want me to hunt the woman that looks like your sister?” Barrons said.
I nodded. I was sick of not knowing what was really going on in so many areas in my life. It was bad enough that I had this thing inside me that, if it had rules, I didn’t know any of them, but now there was some creepy trash-heap Unseelie out there that had managed to freeze me in helpless horror, even though my sidhe-seer senses were currently neutralized, and another unknown entity masquerading as my dead sister.
Two of those three things I could take decisive action about. Starting with the one that posed the greatest threat to my sanity.
“I want you to capture her,” I clarified. “And I want you to bring her somewhere I can question her.”
“You blew this off in Chester’s.”
I sighed. “I didn’t want to say anything in front of Ryodan. You know he chews a bone until it’s nothing but splinters. I didn’t feel like being his bone at the time.”
“Do you believe it could be Alina?”
“No. I think it’s completely impossible. But I want to know what the hell it actually is.”
“You told me you buried your sister. You were certain it was her. Have you changed your mind?”
“Nope. I buried her.” I don’t bother mentioning that I also recently exhumed her corpse and it wasn’t there. I saw no point in further complicating an already complicated issue. I wanted to examine the Alina-thing first, then I’d disclose all, if necessary, to Barrons.
“I won’t be able to bring her to the bookstore,” he said.
I nodded. He was going to have to change from man to beast to hunt Alina, and I didn’t think for a minute any Hunter would permit the creature Barrons became on its back and fly them over our private tornado. “Do you have another place nearby that’s well warded?”
“The basement where you were Pri-ya is still protected.”
Our eyes met and we had an intense nonverbal conversation, graphic reminders of sex, raw and aggressive, hungry and obsessive. You are my world, I’d said. Don’t leave me.
You’re leaving me, Rainbow Girl, he’d said, and I’d known even then I was under his skin as deeply as he was under mine.
“Is the Christmas tree still up?” I said lightly.
I left it like it was. Best fucking cave I ever lived in, his dark eyes said.
One day, we’ll do it again, I sent back. I wouldn’t have to fake being Pri-ya. Not with this man.
He stretched and moved, began subtly changing.
“Uh, Barrons, we have a meeting. I thought you’d go afterward.”
“Ryodan canceled it,” he said around teeth much too large for his mouth. “He’s tattooing Dani. Jada.”
“She’s letting him?” I said incredulously.
“She asked.”
I narrowed my eyes, mulling that over. “You were inking Ryodan. Same kind of tats you wear. I never saw those on him before.” And I’d seen him naked. “Is he giving her a phone? Will he be able to find her like you found me?”
“Speaking of,” he growled, twisting sideways with a series of painful-sounding crunches, “you do still carry the cell, Ms.