Eve of Darkness (32 page)

They swallowed in unison. Their lips parted in tandem. Then his tongue was stroking across hers. She shivered beneath him. Sexual tension and chocolate, could anything be more divine? Alec’s hand moved to her waist and anchored her, his hips sinking between her thighs as she opened them.

Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him closer. His body mantled hers, his warmth and strength became hers.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

Eve didn’t know what he was apologizing for. His curtness earlier? Or maybe everything?

She pushed her fingers into his thick, silky hair. It felt so good to be held. A tear slipped down from the corner of her eye, then another. Tears that had been lying in wait since she’d found Mrs. Basso that morning.

Alec rolled to his back, taking her with him. He draped her over his body, whispering soothing words of comfort. In her mind, another soul touched her. She didn’t know Reed at all, but that didn’t matter. She found solace in the evanescent feel of him.

Together the two brothers gave her the brief respite she needed.

Reed flinched away from the nails that scraped down his back. He stood with his forehead resting against a granite shower stall, one arm hanging at his side, the other pressed against the wall above his head. Steam swirled around him and scorching hot water sluiced down his spine.

“Leave me in peace,” he growled, his lower lip throbbing from the sting of Sara’s bite.

“The team is ready to go,” she said. “They’re waiting in Ontario, California.”

She was docile now, appeased and somewhat contrite. It didn’t matter. He hated her in that moment, hated how she made him feel about himself, hated that she’d seen motives he hadn’t wanted to acknowledge. But most of all, he hated that Eve was in pain and he’d had to feel it while buried deep inside another woman.

He shouldn’t give a shit about Eve. What did he know about her?

Sadly, the excuse had no validity. Cain didn’t know any more about Eve than Reed did, but Cain loved her.

Reed shut off the water and accepted the towel Sara offered him. She wore a short white silk robe and her silver-blonde hair hung loose around her shoulders. She couldn’t look more angelic. “You are truly worried about her,” she said.

“You should focus less on her and more on the reason why there’s cause for concern.”

“I
am
focused,” she retorted. “That is why I am accompanying you.”

“Like hell.” He scrubbed his head with the towel.

“You forget your place.”

Dropping the towel on the floor, Reed brushed past her and moved into her office. He retrieved his clothes and dressed with deliberation. There was no point in arguing. He was in full control of his gifts. The archangels, however, paid a price for using their powers. Reed could be in California in a blink of an eye. Sara had a long flight ahead of her.

“I want you to fly with me,” she said.

He glanced at her and smiled.

Her gaze hardened. “We were good together.”

“Occasionally.”

“Then why are you so distant?”

“You manipulate me, Sara.” He crossed over to the wet bar and used the mirror there to adjust his tie. “I’m just an object to you.”

“You used me, too.”

“You’re right, I did.” He had once been foolish enough to hope that she might help him achieve his own firm. They could work together, he’d thought, and thereby be twice as strong. Then he realized that not only would she never allow her “boy toy” to achieve similar stature, she also didn’t want to add to her competition. Perhaps more so than her six counterparts, Sara saw the other archangels as impediments in her relationship with God. “We both got something out of it.”

“Then, why her and not me?”

His gaze met hers in the mirror’s reflection. “You don’t love me,” he scoffed.

“I am not talking about
my
feelings. I am talking about yours.”

A bark of laughter escaped him. He returned to her. “I don’t love her.”

She studied him with narrowed eyes. “But you want her.”

“And you’ve hit on Cain in the past.” His hands gripped her forearms through the silk, his thumbs stroking rhythmically. “Do I hold that against you?”

Her hands went to his waist and he released her, backing up. He pulled on his coat and waistcoat, then slipped on his shoes. “Let’s not make this more complicated than it has to be.”

“It could be wonderfully simple,” Sara said. “We could work together.”

Reed paused in the act of buttoning his vest. Why would she offer help now when she wouldn’t before? “Doing what?”

“Getting Cain away from Raguel.” Her arms crossed. “It would leave the field open for you.”

Cain. Of course. Reed’s jaw clenched. Raguel would no longer have such a heavy advantage over Sara without him.

“I’ll think about it,” he said, then he shifted to Takeo.

 
Eve splashed water on her face, then leaned into the counter. Her eyes stayed fixed on her own reflection. It was safer than looking through the open bathroom door at Alec in the shower. They’d received a discount on the room because they didn’t need a bathtub. She hadn’t considered that they might get a glass-enclosed shower stall.

“Angel?”

Her fingers dug into the counter. “Yeah?”

“Can you hand me a washcloth?”

She looked at the towel rack on the wall next her. Pulling a rolled washcloth free, she took a deep breath and entered the bathroom. Alec stood with arms akimbo and feet planted slightly apart. He faced her head-on, his mouth curved in a wicked smile. Surrounded by steam and dripping with water, he was the embodiment of her hottest sexual fantasies. Ripples of lust flowed over her skin, building with every passing second.

“You’re rotten,” she scolded, tossing the washcloth over the glass.

He caught it with a wink. “Care to join me?”

“I showered this morning.” She set one hand on a cocked hip. “Besides, we’ve yet to have sex that didn’t last several hours. We don’t have that kind of time.”

“A quickie?”

“I’m marked, too, if you’ve forgotten.” Eve pulled open the glass door. She touched him reverently, brushing her fingertips over one dark nipple. His sharp inhalation made her smile. “I could probably ride you for
days
and call it a quickie.”

Alec caught her hand and kissed her knuckles. “I’ll take a rain check.”

Revved up with nowhere to go, Eve returned to the bedroom. She busied herself with cleaning up the second bed, returning their convenience store purchases to the bag. That took about half a minute. Then she sank onto the mattress and gazed about the room.

“A stakeout.” She reached for the nightstand drawer. As was to be expected, a Bible waited there. Eve pulled it out with a resigned sigh. Part of her had always believed it was fiction, or at least highly fictionalized. More like fables than absolute truths. But it was hard to deny the whole of it, when part of it was naked in the shower.

Eve reached to close the drawer. She paused at the sight of the postcards inside. They were generic cards for the motel, worn from frequent handling and boasting a photo taken many years back, if the cars in the picture were any indication. But it wasn’t the image that arrested her, it was the card itself.

Alec came out of the bathroom whistling. He wore one towel low around his hips and used another to scrub at his hair.

“Hey.” She caught his gaze. “We never figured out what was up with that invitation I received for the tengu building.”

His arms lowered.

“You didn’t tell Gadara about it either,” she noted.

“I’m not used to sharing every little detail with someone.”

“Are you sure it’s not because you don’t fully trust him?”

“I’m sure.”

Her nose wrinkled. “Okay, so I’m playing devil’s advocate here—”

“Sammael doesn’t need any help.” Alec tossed one towel on the bed, then pushed the one around his waist to the floor.

Eve glanced at the window, wondering if the sheers covering the glass really offered any privacy, or if some lucky gal was getting an eyeful. During the day they were opaque, but it was the other side of dusk now and their lights were on.

“What if Gadara orchestrated the tengu thing?” she suggested.

“Why?” He tugged on a pair of boxer briefs. She took in the view with a smile. David Beckham would be out of an endorsement deal with Armani if the advertising team saw Alec in his skivvies.

“As an excuse to keep me out of training?”

“Why would he deliberately orchestrate things to keep you untrained? There’s no benefit to anyone.”

“You have a better idea?”

“Maybe a masked Infernal did it.”

“Why?” she tossed back at him. “Kind of stupid to draw attention to themselves, don’t you think?”

“Unless they wanted you out of the picture before you Changed. Dead men tell no tales.”

“Are you telling me that people in Heaven don’t spill their guts?”

“You’re agnostic, angel. Are you sure that’s where you would go?”

Eve blinked at him. “Yikes.”

He held both hands up in a defensive gesture. “Just sayin’. An Infernal would think similarly.”

“The card was mailed the day before I was marked. That’s cutting it close, don’t you think? Why use the postal service? Wouldn’t it have been safer to slip it under my door or something?”

Alec stepped into his jeans. “Good point.”

“Okay, let’s run with your idea. I’m harmless, so they weren’t after me per se; they wanted to get to you. How did they know I was going to be marked? How did they know God had agreed to allow you to mentor me? No matter what—whether it was a masked Infernal or Gadara—it would have to be an inside job.”

“Or a mystery.” He straightened. The hair on his chest and abs was still damp. Eve fought the urge to lick him like a Popsicle. “Don’t forget: Marks are trying to save their souls.”

Eve smiled. “I didn’t say a Mark did it. But you’re thinking it’s a possibility.”

“Did I say that?”

“I’m learning to read between the lines with you. Maybe the situation is something like the Infernals working for Gadara? Satan has to have something to offer, right? And Marks are made up of sinners, not the pillars of society.”

“I’m following, but where is this leading?” Alec pulled his shirt over his head.

“We’re just speculating.”

“I’m not a speculative thinker. Give me facts and proof.”

“I’m a creative thinker. I like to explore all the possibilities.”

“Okay, then.” His arms crossed. “How about the possibility that God sent you to that church for a reason? And maybe that reason was to discover that Infernals were masking themselves. After all, you went there before the invitation ever had a chance to be put into play.”

Her nose wrinkled. “What kind of facts are involved in that theory?”

“The spiritual kind.”

Alec sat on the bed and reached for his socks. He shifted, pulling the wet towel out from under his ass and tossing it into the corner under the sink.

“Don’t you know you’re not supposed to put wet towels on the bed?” she asked wryly. Her gaze lowered. “Or the floor?”

“It’s a guy thing.”

“I don’t think so. It’s an Alec thing.”

His dark eyes sparkled with laughter. “You’ve never had a boyfriend leave his towels lying around?”

“No.”

“Bullshit.”

She laughed. “I’m serious.”

“You have obviously never lived with a man.”

“With parents like mine? Are you kidding?” Eve shook her head. “My dad is the quiet type, but he has old-fashioned values. And my mom is a fan of Dr. Laura. Shacking up before marriage is a big no-no in my family.”

Smiling, he stood and held out a hand to help her up. She accepted, then turned to put the Bible in the bag with their purchases. She was taking it with her to pass the time and the last thing she needed was for a motel employee to think she was stealing it.

Alec closed the blackout curtains and went to the door. “Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.”

 
“What do you mean they are
gone
?” Raguel barked, glaring across his desk at Ms. Bowes.

“I’m s-sorry.” She shifted her weight from one foot to the other. “I said that incorrectly, sir. They ditched the Jeep at a strip mall. A nearby rental car agency recognized their photos, so we know they aren’t on foot.”

“Of course they are not on foot! They went to Upland. They just wanted privacy while getting there.” Which infuriated Raguel to no end. They could not be allowed to become a self-contained unit. “Abel knows where they are.”

“He hasn’t checked in since the herald.”

Raguel sent an order through the celestial lines of communication that existed between the archangels and the
mal’akhs
beneath them. He was met with silence. “Get him on his cell phone.”