Blood of the Demon (3 page)

Keegan sighed and closed his eyes. The question he’d dreaded. He probably should have allowed Taeg to simply charm her into telling them what they needed to know. She wouldn’t have been afraid that way. And he wouldn’t be stuck coming up with a story she would believe. But as stupid as it might be, the least he owed her was her free will. He didn’t want to take that from her. No, he knew all too well what that felt like.

Finally, he settled on a perverted version of the truth. “It’s sort of a long story. Why don’t you sit down and I’ll tell you?”

Brynn cast a pointed glance around the room and then at the bed, which was the only piece of furniture she could sit on. “I don’t think so,” she said in an icy tone.

Keegan chuckled at her bravado. She was tougher than she looked. “Sorry, I guess not.” Slowly, so as not to alarm her, he drew away from the door. “What do you know about your ancestry?”

She appeared startled, as if that was the last question she’d been expecting. And who could blame her? “My—my what?”

“Your ancestry. Where you come from. Who your ancestors are.”

“I... not much. My parents weren’t exactly into the whole family tree thing. I can only go as far back as my grandparents.”

Keegan scoffed. “I figured. You humans are so focused on yourselves that you forget about the past.”

“Us...
humans
?”

Shit. He needed to watch what he said.

He cleared his throat. “I meant humankind in general.”

Confusion gradually replaced the fear on her face. “Listen, uh... Keegan, right? I’m not really sure what you’re getting at here, but—”

“Did you know that your ancestry can be traced back to the ancient Egyptians?”

“What? No.” A hint of interest colored her tone. “Really, that far back? I mean, that’s kind of cool, but I still don’t know what it has to do with you kidnapping me. And how the hell do you know that, anyway?”

All right, here it went. Hopefully, she’d buy it. “Brynn, one of your ancestors was an Egyptian priest who lived about three thousand years ago. He created something, a book. When he died, he was buried with it. And now there’s someone who’ll stop at nothing to find it.”

All true so far. But here’s where he had to start stretching the truth. “The man who’s searching for the book believes you can lead him to it. He’s not a good... person. If he gets his hands on you, there’s no telling what he’ll do.”

Her confusion morphed into doubt. “But... but that’s ridiculous. I don’t even know anything about my
great-
grandparents, much less some obscure relative who lived three thousand years ago.”

“Nonetheless, it’s true.” He kept his tone calm and flat. That, more than anything, seemed to sway her into believing him.

“Who keeps track of their ancestry that far back? How could he even think I might lead him to the book?”

“He’s insane.” Which was true. You didn’t get much crazier than Mammon. He knew that all too well.

She crossed her arms over her chest, brows furrowed. “Yeah, well that still doesn’t tell me how you got involved.”

“I... ”
Fuck.
He took a breath. “I work for a secret branch of the government.”

What would the Council members think to hear themselves described that way? They were far more powerful than just one government—than just one world, even.

“We’re trying to stop him,” he added, “and part of that means protecting you.”

Unless it becomes too dangerous. Then we’ll have to kill you.

“A secret government organization, huh?” Brynn’s tone was ripe with suspicion, and who could blame her? “Why did you bring me here? Am I supposed to believe this is some sort of safe house?”

“In a manner of speaking.”

She arched a brow. “Where’s your government identification, then?”

Man, but she was cheeky. And the devil help him, he liked it.

Yeah, well, don’t get too caught up in singing her praises. You still don’t know whether or not she’s playing a game.

“We’re an unofficial branch. We don’t get identification.” Then, before she could question further, he asked, “Brynn, have you been contacted or followed by anyone unusual the past few days?”

“Other than you?” She snorted with a slight shake of her head. “No.”

Keegan straightened and pushed off the door. “I need you to be straight with me. You’re not helping anyone, are you?”

“Who would I be helping?” When he took a step toward her, she lifted her hands in front of her. “Stay back.”

He stopped, curiosity getting the better of him. “What is it that you can do with your hands?”

She glanced down, appearing startled, as if she just realized she’d lifted them. “Hmm? Oh, nothing. It doesn’t seem to be working, anyway,” she murmured, so low that a human wouldn’t have been able to hear it.

Another stirring of sympathy churned in his gut. This couldn’t be easy for her, having to deal with her loss of powers on top of being kidnapped. “Do you want to try it again?”

“What?” She let out an uncertain chuckle. “You expect me to fall for that? I’m not getting anywhere near you.”

“You have nowhere to go,” he pointed out. “I could overpower you at any moment if I wanted to. In fact, I could have hurt you while you were unconscious, if that was my true intent.”

She bit down on her lip.

“I can sit on the bed, if you like.”

After a moment’s pause, she gave him a jerky nod. “Okay.”

Keeping his movements even, he sat on the bed with his hands in full view at his sides.

Brynn inched forward. “Lift up your shirt.”

Keegan sucked in his breath at the unexpected arousal her words caused. It wasn’t as if she’d asked him to get undressed. She just wanted to make better contact with his skin. But his cock didn’t seem to know that.

Down, boy.

If it kept reacting that way, there’d be no doubt in her mind what he was thinking, and she’d run across the room screaming. He tugged his shirt up to his chest, his movements slow and his breath steady.

She crept forward, like a curious deer fearing a trap.

“I won’t hurt you,” he said again.

Finally, she stood only a few feet in front of him. With an indrawn breath, she placed her hands on his chest. His eyes closed of their own accord. Her hands were slightly cool to the touch, but softer than anything he’d felt before. Once again, the strange sensation of electric current zinged off her fingertips. It tingled to the point of being uncomfortable, but nothing more than that.

“Nothing,” she breathed, seemingly abandoning her fear as she knelt down in front of him and squeezed her palms tighter against his chest.

He opened his eyes to peer down at Brynn, who was clearly so focused on trying to do whatever it was she could normally do, that she didn’t realize she was kneeling between his splayed legs. The position put her head level with his stomach, so close her strawberries and cream essence practically assaulted his senses.

“Is it me? Or is it you?” She lifted her eyes to his for the first time since touching him, and her breath audibly caught in her throat. “So warm. Why are you so warm?”

Keegan’s pulse raced. He couldn’t help himself. With her looking at him that way, her green eyes clouded over, he didn’t stand a chance.

“I just am,” he whispered, all the while trying to remind himself who she was.

He wanted to kiss her, to feel those lips on his. To taste her pink little tongue. He knew it was wrong, but he had a hard time caring right now.

Mission be damned.

He inched toward her face. Her eyes widened, but she didn’t move away. If he could have one taste, he could forget about it. Get it out of his system. Go on with the mission.

Just one taste...

“Am I interrupting something?” said a voice from the doorway.

Brynn flew up and shuffled away, toward the window as Keegan aimed his guilt-filled gaze in the direction of the door.

Taeg leaned against the doorjamb. Apparently, he’d managed to open the door without Keegan noticing. And by the look on his face, Taeg hadn’t missed what had almost happened with him and Brynn.

Well, that was just great.

Chapter Three

Brynn retreated to her spot by the large window. Another man leaned casually against the doorframe. He resembled Keegan, but he was a little narrower and had a slight cleft in his chin. His carelessly tousled hairstyle was quite a bit shorter than Keegan’s shaggy cut.

“Who are you?” she demanded.

Keegan stood and smoothed his shirt down. “He’s my brother.”

Brother? Well, that explained the similar build, the resemblance, and the general hotness. Was everyone in his family just as gorgeous as he was?

Then it hit her. A mortified flush crept to her cheeks.
Oh, God.

What on earth had she been doing, kneeling on the floor in front of him like that? If she wasn’t mistaken, he’d been about to kiss her. And she’d been about to let him.

Jesus. The guy was her kidnapper. He might be trying to feed her some line of bullshit about being a government agent, but she wasn’t buying. And despite that, she’d still allowed him to sway her with his good looks and his hotter-than-molten-steel body. And oh, what a body it was. His rock-hard muscles had pulsed underneath her palms. She wiped her hands on her slacks.

She’d heard of Stockholm Syndrome before, but she’d known this guy for a total of ten minutes, tops.

Lord, I’m such a slut.

“I was just telling Brynn about her ancestry.” Keegan ran a hand through his hair as he addressed his brother. “About the man who’s trying to find her.”

“Yeah, sure you were,” his brother responded, his tone saturated with sarcasm.

Rising up to her full height, Brynn assumed a challenging pose and addressed the brother. “Let me guess—you expect me to believe you’re a government agent, too, right?”

“Agent?” He choked out a laugh, glanced at Keegan, and then laughed again. “Yeah, sure, I’m a regular James Bond.”

“Taeg,” Keegan said in a warning tone.

“I’m Taeg,” he said, ignoring Keegan as he moved toward Brynn with an outstretched hand.

She stared down at his hand, hesitating.

“I won’t bite.” Though the wolfish smile on his face said maybe he’d like to. “Promise.”

Oh, what did she have to lose?

She took his hand. “I’m Brynn. Wish I could say it was nice to meet you. But I’m not feeling too nice right now.”

Taeg snickered as he let go of her hand. “I get it. Believe me.”

Wait a second. He now stood right here in front of her. All she needed to do was reach out and touch him...

Without taking another second to contemplate it, Brynn placed her palms on his chest and concentrated on her powers.

“Ouch!”

He jumped back. But that was it.

“Unbelievable.” Her touch had once leveled a man twice Taeg’s size, and to him and Keegan it was just a minor annoyance. What was going on here?

Taeg gave her an appraising look, tilting his head to the side much as Keegan had earlier. “What were you trying to do?”

Heat rushed to her cheeks. “Nothing.”

“She tried the same thing with me earlier,” Keegan said from his spot by the doorway. “With a similar effect.”

“Hmm... ” Taeg put a hand to his chin. “You’ve got some powers, huh?”

“Wha—what?”

Why the hell would that even cross his mind? It wasn’t like anyone ever believed what she could do, so why would a total stranger make that assumption?

“Powers.” Taeg grinned. “Want to see what I can do?”

Keegan stirred. “Taeg, stop—”