“I feel her,” he rasped, a desperate need to lay eyes on hisamsouelotcoiling his insides into knots.
This was what he’d been waiting for since they set out on this search-and-rescue mission. To think she could possibly be within reach put a promising twist on what he’d started thinking was a pipe dream.
Taayin pulled out his phone, glanced at it.
“Uh … Obsidian…” His hand rose, finger pointing.
Obsidian followed the direction and exhaled slowly, taking in the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen: Penelope Calazans in all her human glory.
The female was radiant even wearing the casino’s designated uniform for their cocktail waitresses: a silky white minidress that showed off an ample amount of smooth ivory flesh. Unlike the majority of cocktail waitresses who donned comfortable yet ugly footwear, her small feet were tucked into high heels that accentuated her lovely legs.
No more than five four, she was a tiny little thing. No bigger than a minute. But she carried herself like a goddess who towered over many. Long, shiny hair the color of caramel was curled into silky waves, flowing down her back, the tips brushing her phenomenal ass with every sway of her hips. Wide eyes, delicate cheekbones, and a lush mouth tied her beguiling face together perfectly.
And this particular female, in all her natural beauty, was his. Hisamsouelot.
“She’s a bit smaller than I expected,” Taayin muttered from beside him.
Obsidian could feel the male’s questioning gaze as he glanced at him, then her, then back to him again.
Taayin’s voice was low when he said, “I think you can hold her in the palm of your hand.”
Obsidian growled softly, a warning for the male to shut the fuck up.
On the other hand, he understood Taayin’s concern, because there was a drastic physical difference between him and his soul’s beloved. The fragile human female was dwarfed by his formidable size and strength.
Keeping his attention on the female strolling across the casino floor, Obsidian gripped the balustrade and allowed his senses to flare out once more, taking in every detail. Blocking out the irritating music piped in through the speakers, the absurd noise emitted from the slot machines, the acrid scents arising from the buffet and various cafes, he focused only on her. The soft rasp of her breaths, the steady thrum of her heartbeat, the sweet, powdery scent that beckoned him.
The conversation taking place around her was set to a dull roar, but Obsidian shut it out, centering on the golden-haired female taking drink orders from three high rollers at a blackjack table. She smiled sweetly, passed over a diluted Jack and Coke. Obsidian gave the receiver a mental push and he paused, pulling out his wallet before passing over a tip. Her eyes widened as did her smile when she accepted the one-hundred-dollar bill.
It was the least he could do.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” Taayin mumbled. “Introduce yourself.”
It was the only thing he’d wanted since he found out about the list that had been leaked. Like him, Obsidian’s brothers were scattered across the continent, following up on leads on their ownamsouelots, hoping to make contact and provide protection from the demons set out to acquire their souls.
As he stood there, debating his next move, the female stopped in her tracks, her gaze scanning her surroundings as though looking for someone or something. Liquid gold eyes lifted, stopping on him at his perch high above her. She remained there for a moment, though she couldn’t see him. He had ensured that much.
“Maybe a drink then?” Taayin offered. “Something to help you work up the nerve.”
Obsidian turned toward the male, smirked.
Before he could poof his ass elsewhere, Obsidian’s phone buzzed in his pocket.
“Yeah?” he greeted Reidar, theladearein charge of directing thefiestreighunder Obsidian’s command.
“We’ve got eyes on Perfidious.”
Son of a bitch. Although Michael had warned them that themesonneirwere walking amongst the humans, they’d yet to encounter one.
“Where?”
“Heading toward New York, New York.”
Obsidian growled. “Keep him at that end of the strip.”
“You found her, didn’t you?”
“I did.”
