“Plan A has obviously failed. Have you got a Plan B?” Gryph told himself that if he weren’t feeling so rotten he might almost be enjoying himself. The lady was amusing, as well as a challenge.
And she still had her small, silvered fingertips around his weapon kit. He knew she sensed its importance to him and he also knew she was frantically trying to figure out how to use the kit to get what she wanted. It would be interesting to see what she did next.
Sariana Dayne was no great beauty, Gryph decided objectively. But her sleekly styled hair and quietly refined clothing made her stand out in comparison to the vivid Avylyns. He liked the sparkling intelligence in her hazel eyes, her small tilted nose and the fullness of her lower lip. She had vital, appealing features. She was the kind of woman who drew a man with more subtle lures than those used by giggling, fluff-headed beauties such as Mara Avylyn.
“We don’t have what you might call a Plan B,” Sariana said slowly, tapping her silver nails absently against the black kit under her hand. “But I would like you to listen to our original proposal.”
“Did anyone warn you that a Shield’s services don’t come cheap?”
Sariana rallied to the challenge as if she thrived on this sort of encounter. Her smile was more dazzling than ever. “I was told such services are quite expensive, when they can be purchased at all. I understand you usually spend your days chasing bandits, but that you will occasionally take on private commissions.”
“Occasionally.” Gryph tried a smile of his own. One that showed plenty of teeth. “For a price.”
“Yes, well, I should make it clear right from the start that the Avylyns have something of a cash flow problem at the moment.”
“A cash flow problem,” Gryph repeated blankly.
“Just a small one,” Sariana assured him breezily. “Nothing that won’t be under control within the next few months. It means, of course, that you would have to be willing to accept your payment at a later date than you might under most circumstances, but that shouldn’t be a major hurdle in our negotiations.”
Gryph held up a palm in an effort to slow her down. He was finding it difficult to follow the conversation. “Wait a minute. You mean you want me to do the job now and then sit around and wait a few months for my pay?”
Sariana lifted her chin. “I assure you, the Avylyns’ cash flow problem will be under control very soon.”
Gryph glanced around at the elegantly dressed women of the clan. They stared back anxiously. “There’s enough jewelry hanging around the ladies’ necks to finance several weeks or even months of my services. Assuming I’m willing to go to work for you.”
“Most of that lovely jewelry is in hock to the bank, I’m afraid,” Sariana retorted cheerfully, as if it were a minor detail. “Collateral, you know. We needed to raise vast sums to revive the business. It’s necessary that the Avylyns’ continue to keep up appearances in the meantime, of course. They must continue to dress and entertain according to their social status. But I’m afraid there’s no cash to spare from the personal accounts. And even if we could find a way to sell off some of the jewelry from the Avylyns’ private collection, we would be highly reluctant to do so. The sort of gossip that would start would be devastating to the Clan at this juncture.”
“What made you think,” Gryph asked with grave interest, “that I’d be willing to wait for my payment?”
Sariana drew a breath. Her small, sweetly rounded breasts rose behind the green fabric of her gown. Gryph found himself watching the movement instead of paying attention to what Sariana was saying. She had very nice breasts, he decided. Nice waist, too. A man could lie on his back, put his hands around that waist and lift Sariana up and over himself so that she straddled his thighs. Then he could ease her down onto his shaft until he filled her completely. Gryph decided he would like to see the expression in those hazel eyes if he did exactly that. His mind was so engrossed with the image he had created for himself that he caught only bits and pieces of what Sariana was saying.
“Regarding your request for assurance that you will be paid,” Sariana went on, “I want you to know that the Avylyns and I have considered the matter carefully. We understand that you, like the bank, need some form of collateral. Lady Avylyn suggested a rather unusual idea. She said you might be willing to postpone taking your pay if, in the meantime, she offered to introduce you socially. She seems to think you might have an eye toward marriage and that you would welcome the opportunity to meet socially acceptable young ladies. Marriage is always an important decision and if you are presently considering it, then you might be interested in Lady Avylyn’s kind offer. If, however, that doesn’t appeal, I have another suggestion.”
Out of the flow of words pouring so earnestly from Sariana’s mouth, Gryph caught the one that mattered most. He nearly lost his balance. He gripped the edge of the stone table with far more force than was necessary.
“Marriage,” he repeated, his tongue thick in his mouth. He raised his eyes to Sariana’s politely composed face. “To you?”
“Oh, no, not to me,” Sariana said with a light laugh. “I’m afraid you weren’t listening. I said the Avylyns have agreed to introduce you socially to their friends and relatives. I understand that it is somewhat difficult for a Shield to meet suitable young women. Probably has something to do with spending too much of your time chasing bandits on the frontiers. Be that as it may, if you are agreeable to our offer, I see no reason why we can’t conclude our deal this evening. You would start work in the morning. What do you say?”
“I say you have the fast tongue of a Rendezvous lawyer.”
“It seems to me that the Avylyns are prepared to be quite generous,” Sariana said. “Given the limitations of your present social status, I should think you would be grateful for their offer. That is, if you are, indeed, in the market for a wife.”
Gryph experienced a sudden, nearly overwhelming desire to reach across the table, drag Sariana out of her chair and carry her out of the chamber. He knew what he would do with her as soon as he had her alone in his bedchamber, he told himself. He knew exactly what he would do with her.
“Listen, lady Business Manager,” he said grimly. “I don’t know where or how you did your social research, but I can guarantee that the last thing I’d sell my services for is a little help in finding a wife. I’ve been desperate, but never that desperate. I’m a Shield, damn it. I’ll do my own wife hunting.”
There was a collective gasp of anguish from the assembled Avylyns, but Gryph ignored them. His attention was on Sariana. She did not gasp or cry out in horror. She merely blinked, her long lashes momentarily veiling the speculative intelligence in her eyes.
Without a word she moved the weapon kit a little farther out of his reach. Gryph abruptly decided he’d had enough of her little games. He gathered himself for a quick, determined swipe at the kit.
Just as his hand came out, however, Sariana released the kit and it sank instantly out of sight. Gryph watched in shock as his precious weapon kit vanished into a concealed opening in the stone. The opening was already sealing shut. There was not even a line to mark where the trap door existed. Westerners loved such gadgets.
Impatience, irritation and the indulgent curiosity that Gryph had been experiencing up to that point disappeared in an instant. Fury engulfed him. The hand Gryph had been extending to grasp his kit locked around Sariana’s small wrist instead. He yanked her forward until her upper body was sprawled across the table. Her eyes widened and he realized he was finally seeing genuine alarm in her gaze. It was about time, he decided.
“Get it back.” Each word he spoke fell like a stone into the appalled silence that had seized the chamber. “Now.”
“Please,” she whispered, “just listen to me. That’s all I’m asking. Let me tell you the whole story of the prisma cutter. We need your help.”
“Get back my kit or I’ll find a way to make you vanish just as easily as you made it disappear. Understood?”
�
��You’ve made yourself quite clear,” she replied in a shaky voice.
She was finally scared, but her eyes still met his with steady determination. In spite of his raw mood, Gryph felt a reluctant surge of admiration for Sariana’s daring. He knew of no other woman in Serendipity or the outlying provinces who would have taken such a risk.
“Give it to him, Sariana,” Jasso hissed. “Quickly.”
“Hurry, before he kills us all,” Lady Avylyn pleaded.
Bryer and Mara sat staring at Sariana, panic in their expressions.
“What will it cost us to get your help?” Sariana whispered, her eyes huge.
Gryph was amazed. “You’re still trying to negotiate a deal, lady?”
“We need your help,” she repeated doggedly. “If you won’t accept the offer of being introduced socially while you wait for your payment, what kind of a deal will you accept? Name your price.”
Gryph looked down at her. “Tell me who needs my help.”
“I’ve just told you. The Avylyn Clan.”
He shook his head, knowing suddenly what he wanted from her. “No. Not the Avylyns. They would be long gone by now if it wasn’t for you. Tell me who really needs my services. Tell me who will pay whatever she has to pay in order to get them.”
Sariana stared at him, confused. Gryph waited, willing her to understand what he wanted from her. Then he saw the knowledge dawn in her large eyes.
“I need your help,” Sariana said quietly.
“Say it again.”
She set her teeth. “I need your help.”
Gryph nodded, satisfied. “That’s right. You. Not the Avylyns.” He released her. Sariana sat back in her seat, massaging her wrist unobtrusively. She regarded him with wary, smoldering eyes.
“Get my weapon kit out of that stone table,” Gryph ordered calmly.
Sariana pressed a hidden button under the table and a section of the polished stone surface silently slid open. She reached inside and retrieved the kit.
“I only wanted to make you listen to my proposition,” she said, handing the kit to him. “I just wanted to get your attention long enough to convince you that you won’t lose in this deal.”
“You’ve taken more risks tonight than you even realize,
Sariana Dayne,” Gryph remarked as he quickly fastened the weapon kit back on his belt. “But you’re in luck. I’ve decided I need the work after all. I’ll take the job provided you can afford daily expenses. I’ll let you know later what my final fee will be.”
More Books from Jayne Ann Krentz
eBooks
Shield’s Lady
Midnight Jewels
Gift of Gold
Gift of Fire
Coral Kiss
Contemporary
Copper Beach
In Too Deep
Fired Up
Running Hot
Sizzle and Burn
White Lies
Historical
Crystal Gardens
Quicksilver
Burning Lamp
The Perfect Poison
The Third Circle
Second Sight
Futuristic
Canyons of Night
Midnight Crystal
Obsidian Prey
Dark Light
Silver Master
Ghost Hunter
After Glow
After Dark
About the Author
Jayne Ann Krentz
The author of over 50 New York Times bestsellers, JAYNE ANN KRENTZ writes romantic-suspense, often with a psychic and paranormal twist, in three different worlds: Contemporary (as Jayne Ann Krentz), historical (as Amanda Quick) and futuristic (as Jayne Castle). There are over 35 million copies of her books in print. Building on the success of her Arcane Society Series, Jayne is kicking off three new paranormal series in 2012. The Dark Legacy books are set in present day Washington state and delve into the paranormal crystal mining world and the Coppersmith Family. The first book, COPPER BEACH is available now. The Ladies of Lantern Street novels are set in Victorian England and follow the adventures of the Flint and Marsh Agency employees. These ladies are not your average paid companions. The first book, CRYSTAL GARDENS is available now. The Rainshadow novels started, unofficially, with the release of CANYONS OF NIGHT. These stories are set on a small island on the planet Harmony in the not so distant future. The second novel in this series, THE LOST NIGHT, is available now.
Table of Contents
Copyright
SWEET STARFIRE
ONE
TWO
THREE
FOUR
FIVE
SIX
SEVEN
EIGHT
NINE
TEN
ELEVEN
TWELVE
THIRTEEN
FOURTEEN
FIFTEEN
SIXTEEN
SEVENTEEN
EIGHTEEN
NINETEEN
TWENTY
Excerpt from Shield's Lady
More Books from Jayne Ann Krentz
About the Author
LC01 Sweet Starfire Page 37
