“Not this gazelle. I have some dangerous moves of myown.”
“Dammit,Shae—”
“No, you listen to me.” She coolly held his glare. “Yes, you could have overpowered Angelus and drank me dry.But. You. Didn’t.And I’m all right,see?”
She undid the top three buttons of her dark green sweater before he could stop her, revealing the smooth, pale curve of her breast. Unable to stop himself, he cupped her face and kissed her nose, then lowered his head and pressed his lips to her warm, silky skin, running his tongue over where the cut hadbeen.
“Dagan…” Her fingers tangled in his hair, her husky voice filling hisears.
His resistance shattering, he pulled her bra down and sealed his lips over her tight nipple. She moaned as he suckled the tempting bud. A growl rumbled from deep in his throat, and he squeezed her breast. Desire coiled through him, his cock a throbbing ache. His other hand slid under her sweater, caressing her warm back. A sudden sharp sulfuric stink overrode Shae’s seductive scent and crowded hisnose.
Biting back a curse, he quickly buttoned her top while mentally tracking for the source. Faint voices reached him. “I saw her withhimin the pub moments ago, they must be close. We can’t loseher…”
“Dagan?” Shae clutched his shirt. Her slumberous eyes more gold than gray were edged with anxiety. “What’swrong?”
It was hard to keep a lid on his temper at his mate being hunted like she was fuckinggame.
“Demons. We have to get out of here.” He held her close anddematerialized.
* * *
They took form,not in the monastery as Shae had expected, but on the shadowy side of a looming building with tall spires, its pale facade gleaming in the moonlight. Achurch.
Dagan hurried her around to the front, up a few steps, and through the massive doors that opened at a touch. He ushered her into a gloomy vestibule. The doors shutting behind him, he crossed to the window and searched the streetsagain.
She hurried to his side but could see nothing in the dark night. Guilt and worry overrode the desire still coursing through her. “I’m sosorry.”
“For what?” His gaze cut back toher.
“They must have gotten a trace of my abilities when I teleported last night and followed mehere.”
“I don’t think so. We’ve been extra vigilant since you first lost control of your powers, and even last night, we didn’t pick up anything. Besides, the Fallens would know we have another base in Romania but not where we actually live. Shae—” He angled her face to him when she kept her focus glued to the silent street, his fingers warm on her chin. “This is not your fault. The monastery’s warded against demons, immortals, and humans finding it. I brought us here because I don’t want to take a chance and lead themthere.”
Perhaps, but unease churned her stomach. She moved away from him, needing to think. Michael had said evil demons would be after her because she was psychic. The latter she still didn’t get. “I don’t understand why demons would want my abilities when they have theirown?”
“Because you could be apsionic.”
She paused in her restless roaming of the vestibule. “A psiwhat?”
Dagan leaned against the low windowsill, hands resting on the ledge. “I meant to talk to you about that, but things got in theway…”
Like their unexpected attraction...and finding out they were destined mates? Shae didn’t say anything.Waited.
“It’s about the Watchers. You know those biblical angels who watched over earlymankind?”
“Some…” Shae nodded, recalling something she’d read about them years ago when she first became aware of Fallens living in this world. “They fell for mortal women and were allkilled.”
“Yes. They broke a sacrosanct law. It’s why they wereannihilated.”
“That’s a horrible thing to do—you can’t help who you fall for.” When he didn’t respond but watched her quietly, she whispered, “What’s going on, Dagan? Why the historylesson?”
“Because you could be one of theirdescendants.”
She stared perplexedly at him for a second, then burst out laughing. “No way. I’mnot.”
“Yes, Shae, everything points to you being one. Even if your aura’s not revealing much right now. In time, itwill.”
At his serious expression, wariness knotted her stomach at how ominous that sounded, like it was a death knell or something. Dagan continued, “Zarias was the leader of the Watchers and the last to fall. Angry at the injustice of their sentence, he cast an ancient spell to protect his bloodline. His dying words became thisprophecy—”
