“Midnight and you’re dressed like a Bond villain.” She let out an evil cackle.
Urian wanted to hate her. He’d been sent here to kill her and her family.
All of them.
She and her sisters and mother were the very last of Apollo’s living line. After all these centuries of hunting and killing, they’d finally done it. Finally tracked them down to the last few.
And this one …
“I’m Phoebe Peters, by the way.” She held her hand out to him.
For the love of God, don’t tell me your name!That was just wrong when he was here to kill her. “Urian.” He even shook her hand like an idiot.
Gah, I’m a moron.Because the moment he touched that tiny little hand, he realized just how soft it was. How delicate.
How good she smelled. How much he wanted to taste a piece of this most forbidden fruit. Especially when she looked up at him with an adorable grin.
I’m so doomed.
And he was. Especially when she bit her lip and he saw the tiniest flash of fang.
She’s your enemy.
Yet it didn’t feel that way. And his body wasn’t reacting to her like she was his enemy. In fact, he was harder than he’d ever been in his life.
“Well, nice meeting you, Urian.” She rose up on her tiptoes, kissed him, and vanished as if she had no clue how lethal he was.
Dismissed him! Completely stunned, he tried to get an idea where she’d gone, but his clever little bunny had gone to ground with resounding skills.
Damn. Just damn.
He certainly couldn’t reportthis.His father would put him through a wall.
October 31, 1988
Urian was trailing after Phoebe and her sister, Nia. He wasn’t sure where they were headed. The London street wasn’t too busy tonight. The faint strains of music could be heard blending in with traffic.
It was so different from the old world he’d been born to.
The women had just turned a corner when a shadow moved out in front of them.
“Hey there, give us your purses!”
Two more shadows, armed with knives, stepped in behind them. Terrified, Phoebe and Nia were trying to obey, but they were shaking so severely that they could barely comply. Which caused their attacker to lose patience.
He slapped Phoebe.
Furious, Urian rushed in before he could stop himself. He disarmed the first one he reached. Kicked the second one into the wall, yet the one who’d slapped Phoebe had the audacity to actually stab him.
Stab him!
Hissing as his rage mounted, Urian yanked the knife from his side, turned, and grabbed the man by his throat. He slung him into the wall and would have ripped out his jugular had Nia not screeched and reminded him that they were in a public place and this might not be a good idea.
Phoebe rushed forward. “Urian, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh my God! Thank you!”
