Chapter 19

When I’d ported I’d lost the eyes. I don’t know who kept following me and frankly, I didn’t care, so long as it stopped.

I crouched in shadows on the building adjacent to Sanguinary, watching the cluster of people gathering around the still closed doors. But I saw nothing out of the ordinary. No tall man. No kids. This plan of mine might very well turn dud if something didn’t happen soon.

“Where are you, Dora? I see you and black.” Luc sounded aggravated, I smiled.

“Don’t get your panties in a wad. I’m on a roof, your thingys not broken.”

He growled.

I loved picking on him, made my night so much more enjoyable. “You know,” I said, “this wire is quickly becoming my best friend. I never knew it could be so easy to get a rise out of you.”

“I hate you.”

I grinned. “Although...”

I leaned back on my heels, studying a straggler walking down the sidewalk. He was a smallish man, wearing a trench coat and ball cap tucked down tight on his head so that his face was hidden.

You can always tell the look of a person up to something. My heart thumped with excitement and I waited on bated breath, expecting to see him pluck some child out of the shadow at any moment. But when he entered the X-rated theater I knew it was probably some married husband of three, trying to hide his late night sexcapades from the ol’ ball and chain.

“Yeah,” Luc prompted.

I pinched my nose, blowing out a disappointed breath. “Isn’t seeing nothing but purple inside Grace’s house sorta odd?”

I could picture him shoving his fingers through his hair. “Yes.”

“So is it fried, or what?”

“You didn’t maybe see anything weird while you were there, did you?”

I thought about it for a second. “Nah, nothing that I can think of. House maid, Mary, was channeling a bit of the wicked witch of the west, but...” I shrugged. “Wait. Were her and Grace purple too?”

“No.” He paused, as if searching for the right words. “They were red, orange. Human. The purple happened about two seconds before you left. It was almost like creeping fog the way it rolled over their heat markers.”

“So they’re definitely human.”

He sighed. “Would seem so. Either that, or the wire really is fried.” He took a deep breath. “And there was no one else there?”

“Not unless they were upstairs. I didn’t sense anyone else.”

“Hmm.”

I settled in and waited for something to happen. The wire fell silent, either Luc had fallen asleep or he was eating. Personally I was fine with that.

Figuring I had some time I grabbed the book with eager anticipation and flipped it open to the first page. It was difficult trying to decipher the chicken scratch; obviously the order hadn’t yet come into the twenty first century, preferring handwritten notes to press print.

I sighed.

Pontifex Mortus: An ancient sect of warriors trained in battle and skilled in every weapon known to man. They are highly efficient assassins, often times able to catch their prey unaware.

I bitterly twisted my lips. I’d experienced that firsthand.

A Priest’s killing is distinguishable by their use of the biblical passage, Rev 21:8.

My shoulders slumped. None of this was new. My excitement wavered with each sentence read. The order seemed to know even less than me. And they called themselves the watchers. I snorted.

“I could do better than this,” I huffed.

The book went on to speak about their appearance, height. I growled, aggravated.

Then I flipped the page and my stomach churned with a case of gut wrenching butterflies.

Names. Overtime we’ve gathered clues and insights, repetition of names and alias’. Which is which we haven’t a clue, likely guess these are the true names:

Asher. Dahlia. Cain. Axel. Ari. Two remain, as yet, a mystery.

I frowned. Dahlia was a female name. There was one Cain and three names beginning with A. I reached into my shirt and pulled out the necklace staring at the silver A inscribed on the medallion. So who was my Billy?

I couldn’t picture him as an Axel or an Ari. Asher. I grinned, heart thumping forcefully. Maybe.

“Asher,” I said slowly, tasting the vowels of the name. My pulse hammered. Was that his name? I couldn’t explain it, but somehow it felt right.

I turned the page and my jaw fell in shock. “No way.” I flipped page after page and it was all the same. Every page aside from the first two had been blacked out with marker.

Stunned, I sat that way for a second shaking my head in disbelief. But after two more minutes of flipping back and forth I finally had to admit it was no hallucination.

“What the hell did they do?” Angrily I snapped the book shut. Did Grace know what had been done to this book? Who’d done this and what were they trying to hide?

“What?” Luc asked.

I pinched the bridge of my nose and shoved it back into my pocket. There were ways to reveal hidden words, even under the thick stain of black marker. It was scientific and I didn’t quite understand the how of it, but I was going to figure out a way.

“Nothing,” I said, clenching my jaw.

Another ten minutes passed and still nothing happened. This was horrible. Maybe it was time I cut my losses; head back to my trailer and try again tomorrow, besides I was beginning to grow twitchy and I was already beyond aggravated. Two nights back to back in the city, I didn’t like it. I turned to go and stopped dead in my tracks as a dark shape stepped out of the shadows before me.

I gasped, my heart jumped to my throat and I shivered at the hard glint inside Billy’s cool brown eyes. Or was it Asher?

“Dora?” Luc said. I swallowed hard, pulse racing out of control. “Are you okay? Answer me.”

His hot gaze started at my feet and worked its way slowly up to my face. He was carrying a large pink box with a white ribbon tied around it. Somehow—call me crazy—I didn’t see Billy as the gift toting type. Was the man pulling a Joker on me? Was there some psychotic Jack-in-the-box inside with a miniature Uzi waiting for me to flip off the lid to trigger it? It was sick and perverted, and man I wish I’d thought of it first.

He looked at my face now, a small smile on his, as if enjoying watching my suspicion.

I had no idea where the receiving end of the microphone was, so I squished my forearm along the length of the wire, hoping to cover it up when Billy spoke first.

“Neph,” he said, the word curled off his tongue with a seductive burr. Heat suffused my body, made things tighten down low.

“Pandora!” The earpiece buzzed with a loud crackle of static. “Is he there? Is that him? You’d better answer me. How come I didn’t see color? I’m gonna kill Kemen.”

Well jeez, obviously I’d covered nothing. I dropped my arm. Luc was right, how had Billy gotten the jump on me again? Piece of crap infrared was fried.

He licked his lips, snagging my attention back to him. He looked mouthwateringly delicious tonight. Billy was dressed in black tailored slacks, a dove grey button down shirt, red satin tie and a black felt fedora. I frowned, hating to see all his glorious silver hair covered up that way. But I couldn’t deny the look was dark, dangerous, and uber yummy. So at odds with the delicate pink box in his hands. I licked my lips.

Here kitty, kitty. Come to, mama, Lust purred.

My pulse sped. “What’s the box for?”

“Dora...” Luc’s voice was cold with warning.

I shook my head; wire was so not my friend at the moment.

“You.” Billy held it out toward me.

Okay, now it’s every girl’s fantasy to have a hot stud buy her a gift for no good reason, but this was Billy. Let’s get real. I eyed it, still expecting it to blow up in my face once I opened it.

“What is it?”

He smiled. When he’s snarling at me Billy is hot. But oh my God, when he smiles it feels like the world takes a giant breath and then blows it out with a stomach churning sigh. “Open it.”

I snorted. “Do you think I was born yesterday?” Not that I didn’t want to open the box, I absolutely did.

“Pandora, listen to me...use that ring. Do you hear me? Don’t you let him trick you. I swear, if you don’t listen to me, he won’t have to kill you, I’ll do it myself.”

Inwardly I seethed, but said nothing.

Billy narrowed his eyes and moved in closer, walking a slow circle around me. Did he know I was mic’d up? Could he tell? And if he could, how?

The book in my back pocket felt like it was burning a hole through me. I only hoped he didn’t grab it and try to read it. Awkward wouldn’t even begin to do it justice.

His body heat pressed against my back like a warm blanket. I trembled, but not with fear. It was the excited agitation of prey caught in the cross fires of a predator and the exquisite unknown of certain death or escape.

Then his breath was on my ear, the gift box pressed against my spine. I leaned into him. I couldn’t help it. “Get dressed,” he said, voice thick with gravel.

“Huh?” I blinked. But I was dressed, what was he talking about?

He walked in front of me and thrust the box in my hands, simultaneously flipping off the lid. I dropped it, hissed and jumped back. I crouched on the balls of my feet and eyed it as if it were a cobra ready to sink its fangs into me. I had a knife in my hand. I hadn’t even realized I’d pulled one out. I hated surprises.

It took me a second to realize aside from a ghastly pink dress folded neatly inside, there was nothing else. I frowned. “What is this?” I snarled.

“Pandora,” Luc snapped, but I could hear the frenzy of his fear in my name.

“I’m fine,” I said, without thinking and then shot my gaze toward Billy, nerves fluttering in my throat. His face was impassive, but there was a gleam of knowledge in his eyes.

“Get dressed,” he said again.

I stood and planted my hands on my hip, glowering at him. “You aren’t the boss of me. And I am not putting that ,” I stressed with repugnance, pointing at the hideous dress, “on.”

He licked his lips and I had to fight to remember why I was so mad at him when he looked so yummy and delicious. The man was wicked, no doubt about it. He crossed his large arms over his equally large chest and gave me a droll look. “You will.”

I snorted. “We'll just see about that.” I dusted my hands off on my pants. “Why don’t you go get Belle to play dress up for you, I’m sure she wouldn’t mind.”

I’d meant to come off snarky, but it sounded more jealous than anything. I wanted to scream with frustration at my inability to remain detached where he was concerned.

“Who?” He looked confused and my stomach flopped so violently to my knees my legs grew weak for a second. Was he serious?

His dark brows drew into a sharp vee, then he waved his hand in dismissal once more in control of himself. “You’re gonna put that on and I’m gonna tell you why you’re gonna put that on,” he said.

I lifted my brow. “Oh yes, you tell me why you think I would ever choose to willingly do anything you asked of me.”

“Because I know how to get inside.”

Hot, pulsing excitement shivered down my spine. He knew how to get inside. How? When did he figure that out?

“Dora,” Luc whispered excitedly, “this might be a ploy.”

I rolled my eyes. No, really? I bit my tongue, I’d nearly blown my cover once, I wasn’t gonna do it again. Though Luc was beginning to aggravate.

“Why do you need me? If you know how to get inside, then get inside. I’m not going to help you.”

He curled his lips. “I need you to get in there.”

“That’s fantastic.” I laughed.

“What?” he asked, face hard and expressionless.

I took a deep breath, savoring the moment. “You’re begging me to help you.”

“I’m not begging you.”

For the life of me I couldn’t drop the smile. You wanna talk about irony with a capital I. “Admit it, Billy, you need me.”

A muscle in his jaw ticked, his gaze burned hot. But I had the upper hand and he knew it.

I sauntered up to him, trailed my finger along the rigid length of his shoulders and purred as his scent of sandalwood wrapped me up. “If you want my help, you’re gonna have to answer some of my questions first.”

He bristled and I smiled wider, licking my fangs with perverse pleasure.

“Dora...” Luc wasn’t happy, I tuned him out. He wasn’t here. He didn’t come when I’d asked him to. I needed a way inside and Billy was offering me that.

Though I wasn’t completely helpless, because this time I had the ring, first sign of danger and I wouldn’t hesitate to use it. The heart might want what the heart wants, but I haven’t lived this long by being stupid. Reckless, sure. Stupid, never.

The riddle that was Billy was eating me up. What was his plan? What were his motives? Maybe if I was lucky, I’d learn something tonight.

I pressed my palm to his chest, then leaned in and hovered my lips a hair’s breadth from his. Every muscle in his body tensed up, I could feel the rush of his power seep through the thin material of his shirt. My arm grew warm where it touched him, tingled with the pulsation of it.

His pupils dilated and then his fingers dug into my waist, snapping me tight to him so that I could feel the evidence of his arousal rest hard against me. I trembled, Lust invaded my body, thick and heavy and it was difficult to focus on anything other than my desire.

“Pandora,” Luc said, and for once I was grateful for the interruption, it helped to ground me. “You’re starting to swirl with bands of red. Are you okay?”

Was he picking up on my arousal? I bit my bottom lip, Billy zeroed in on the movement and my pulse thudded hard. I had to talk with the priest without the stupid wire on.

Our faces were so close, our lips nearly touching. If I stuck my tongue out I’d be able to trace the seam of his gorgeous mouth.

I planted my lips on his. He jerked, stiffened for a fraction of a second, then growled and dug in harder, making me squirm. I ran my hands up and down his back, feeling a slight bump on either side of his spine.

His body strained against mine, his breathing heavy and full of need. The sound nearly made me come undone.

“I’ll change,” I whispered into his mouth, then sucked his bottom lip into mine and gave it a quick nibble before letting him go. “But you owe me.”

“Pandora, what are you doing? Woman, you’re killing me. You’re not going to help him are you?” Luc’s voice had grown guttural and vibrated with another’s.

I didn’t look back at Billy, simply picked up the box and sauntered deep into shadow. I wasn’t shy, I would have loved nothing more than to undress in front of him and watch Lust work her magick. But if there was any chance that he didn’t already know about the wire, I didn’t want him to learn it.

I kicked off my shoes, unzipped my pants—making sure the book was still snug in the pocket—then shucked them off and folded them neatly. I didn’t want to leave the book here, but I didn’t have much choice. I carefully placed the folded jeans inside a vent unit and said a quick prayer that it would be here when I returned later.

I felt his eyes on me, but this wasn’t the gaze that watched me like a lion stalking its next kill. This gaze was hot, promising dark wicked delights.

I yanked off my cap and pulled out the ponytail, mussing up my hair with my fingers so that it had a just-got-laid look to it.

I glanced at Billy from the corner of my eye, then turned around, keeping my back to him. Which probably was a really stupid thing to do, considering I can never sense him creeping up on me and this could have been his plan all along. Lull me into believing the threat gone and then strike, but I didn’t think so. Billy had bigger plans.

That’s probably why I’m not really shocked by his seeking me out this way. Curious, yes. But not surprised, he’d had many chances to kill me and hasn’t. I’m not saying he won’t, don’t get me wrong. I’ve no doubt his cold black heart would love nothing more than to skewer my pretty little head on a pike with his trademark scroll wedged up my nasal cavity for all to see and admire.

Just not yet.

“Listen, Luc,” I whispered on a level human ears would barely be able to hear, “I’m gonna have to shut this off for a while.”

“Don’t you dare!” I could almost picture him foaming at the mouth.

“I’m sorry.” I shot a glance over my shoulder; Billy was still where I’d left him. “I’ll turn it back on when I can.”

I pulled my shirt off, reached down and flicked the switch off, hearing Luc scream obscenities at me until the final second. I breathed a sigh of relief at the blessed silence.

Luc had never been here, so there was little fear of him porting to find me. We can only port to where we’ve been or what we can see. Bet the bastard was kicking himself now. Served him right.

I grabbed the dress and couldn’t believe what I was seeing. The sleeves were puffy, white lace at the seams and collar. A white smock overlay the pink, the skirt flared out and it was all cinched at the waist with a...you guessed it, large pink bow.

Was he serious?

I snorted; did the man have a milkmaid fantasy or what? This was the most ridiculous outfit I’d ever seen. Shaking my head, I slipped it on. I felt absurd, especially when I found the Cinderella pink slippers, white thigh highs, and matching hair bows still in the box.

“Oh come on,” I growled under my breath. “He’s got to be screwing with me.”

“No. I’m not.”

I jumped, twirled and stabbed my finger at his chest. “I hate it when you do that.”

He chuckled.

Discombobulated and annoyed, I snarled. “What the devil are you, priest? How the hell are you always getting the jump on me?” I didn’t mean to say it, but it was really starting to get irritating.

“Turn around,” he said, not bothering to answer.

I clenched my jaw, but did as he asked.

He pushed my hair over my shoulder, then grabbed the zipper in the back of the dress and zipped me up. I wet my lips, nerves curling excited fingers through my stomach.

He wrapped both his arms around my waist and my heart seized like a current of electricity had been spilled through my veins. I groaned and dropped my chin to my chest, reminding myself to breath.

He dragged the pink ribbon through his hand, the movement agonizingly slow, then he tied it and stepped back.

I wanted to scream at him to grab me again, push my skirt up and screw me until I died from the unbearable pleasure. I closed my eyes and tried to count to ten, but he stopped me at three.

“Put the shoes and hair stuff on.”

My lips twitched. For all that he was hot; he was still such a man. Hair stuff. “Barrettes,” I corrected.

He shrugged. “Put it on.”

I glanced at the shoes. “Not that I don’t want to please you, ‘cause oh believe me I do,” I patted my chest and gave him a sarcastic smile, “but why can’t I forgo the fugly shoes and barrettes? I’m a woman, if you hadn’t noticed. If you have some little girl fantasy you’re trying to live out with me, you should know I don’t do that sorta thing. Pretty much where I draw the line.” I flipped my hair back over my shoulder for emphasis.

It was time I start to get some answers.

If I bothered him, even a little, he didn’t show it. “Put them on. I’ll tell you why when we get inside the club.”

“Wait.” I held up my hand. “There’s nothing in Sanguinary.”

He gave me a tight-lipped grin, the type that said I didn’t know as much as I thought I did. I clenched my fists and started toward him.

“We don’t have much time, put it on, all of it, then we’ll talk.”

“You’re sick, you know that,” I muttered and shoved my feet into the shoes, grabbed my hair, parted it down the middle and made pig tails. “There.” I held out my arms. “I must say, never would have pegged you for the pervert. Want me to call you Daddy now?”

His lip curled as if he wasn’t sure what to make of me anymore. I set my jaw, crossed my arms below my breasts and shoved them up so that he knew regardless of what I was wearing I was still a woman, not a child.

He looked where I hoped he’d look, then he nodded as if to say, I know . “Follow me.”

Billy jumped off the roof.

“Show off,” I mumbled, peering over the edge. This building was at least thirty feet. No way I’d be able to jump straight down. But I could hop from balcony to balcony.

I made easy work of it. The dress, though poofy, only came to my knees. I was on the final balcony when the urge to have a little “accidental” fun with my costume hit me. I bit my lip to stop the grin, grabbed the metal railing and hopped in such a way that the skirt flared out around me, exposing my sheer pink and black thong to him. I made a big theatrical show of pushing my billowy skirt back down, muttering low under my breath for good measure.

Billy lifted a brow.

“What?” I gave him my best innocent look.

His eyes flicked down to my skirt.

“Oh. Oops,” I giggled, having too much fun with this, “you caught that did you? If I’d known I was gonna be playing dolly for you tonight I’d have worn Hannah Montana underoos instead of the see through thong.” And with that enticing thought I then primly rearranged my bows and gave him a saucy wink. “Ready whenever you are, Daddy.”

His lip curled and I laughed.