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Was that strange or normal? Taylor couldn’t decide if it even mattered. She only knew that she wasn’t free.
Not yet.
Either the meeting in Caelum had run longer than the Guardians had anticipated or Nicholas was Enthralled again.
Last week, only a few hours after they’d returned from Hell and Pim had healed the stab wound in Ash’s back, the sparkle of broken glass against asphalt had kept him in the Special Investigations’ parking lot for almost forty-five minutes. There hadn’t been another Enthrallment since—and even if there had been, Ash trained during the same twelve hours that he did, so she’d always been there to make certain the infrequent Enthrallments didn’t leave him vulnerable as they traveled between the warehouse and their apartment downtown.
Not today. She couldn’t travel to Caelum with him, and the warehouse was empty of Guardians, so she’d remained at the penthouse and worked, instead.
Now she worried—an emotion still new to Ash, and one that, rationally, she knew shouldn’t be affecting her. He’d make it home. Of that she had no doubt. The Guardians took care of their own . . . and the halflings that they called their own.
Standing in her private rooftop garden, Ash searched the cloud-darkened sky one last time. She loved the height of the building—at night, she could easily fly off the edge without attracting notice, and soon Nicholas would be able to come and go as he pleased, too. Now, she hoped to see the approach of a Guardian bringing him in, but aside from the distant planes and nearer birds, the sky was empty.
With a sigh, she forced herself to return inside. Sparsely furnished, simplistic, and a little rustic, the penthouse wasn’t as slickly decorated and no longer looked as contemporary as the day she’d moved in, but Ash liked it. All that she and Nicholas needed was an office and a bed—and the bed was usually optional.
So was the floor, the bath—and once, the ceiling. If there was one thing to be said for her demon form, her talons could cling.
The ding of the elevator made her pause in the middle of the living room. Nicholas. Her heart began pounding, anticipation building a slow burn through her veins. Would she always feel this with him?
God, she hoped so.
But for now, a quick plot: She would keep her distance from him until he couldn’t stand the separation any longer. How long would it take?
Not long, she thought. Not long at all.
She vanished her clothes as he came through the door—mussed. What the hell? They hadn’t been training today. He’d left looking like Stone Cold St. Croix, and now his tie was askew, his hair slightly disheveled.
“Is everything all right?” Forgetting her plot, she went to him, instead. “Did you run into a demon? Did the Guardians have a brawl in Caelum?”
Shaking his head, he grinned and closed the door, leaned back against it with his hands in his pockets. Playing hard to get? She could win this. Ash pressed up against him, lifted her mouth to his neck and began to nibble.
“No, that went well,” he said, and his voice was a delicious reverberation against her lips. “The whole place is still rubble, and we’ve started a revolution among the novices. Now that they have nowhere to go in Caelum, they all want their own apartments instead of being stuck at the warehouse twenty-four seven.”p>
Good for them. “Most of them are older than us, anyway. And Michael?”
“Still a dragon, as far as anyone knows. Khavi mentioned using Taylor as bait. Taylor wasn’t thrilled.”
“I’m not surprised.” Ash breathed in—stopped short. “Why do you smell like dog?”
His laugh shot out, echoing in the room. “Would you believe that I was Enthralled by one?”
“No, not really.” She pulled back to look at him. Beneath the laughter lay something else. The love, she recognized. Not the shame. “What happened?”
“I went to a shelter.” He closed his eyes, tipped his head back against the door. “I planned to bring home a puppy for you. And I found one, a little Jack Russell. God, it was almost like Enthrallment. He licked my face and I fell half in love with him right there in the kennel. But then I realized—I couldn’t.”
Something inside her froze. But he wouldn’t think that she’d hurt it—he didn’t believe that any more. Did he?
“Why couldn’t you?”
Something in her voice must have betrayed her. His eyes flew open, suddenly blazing blue. He caught her face in his hands, shook his head. “No. Not that. Never that.”
Her throat felt thick. “Then why?”
“Ash . . . I swore I’d never hurt you again. Ever. But a dog won’t live forever. In fifteen, twenty years, you’re going to be hurting like hell, just because I brought a puppy home today. I can’t do that to you.”
“Oh.” Now the ache moved from her throat to her chest, so sweet, so perfect. “It’ll hurt. But I think I’d rather have fifteen or twenty years with him. I think he’d prefer that, too.”
Nicholas slipped her hair behind her ear, studying her face. “Are you certain? I’ll call them now, and we’ll go back tomorrow morning. You can see him first before you decide.”
“I’m certain,” she said. “Wouldn’t you prefer it, too? Any amount of pain is worth feeling like this, no matter how short of a time we have.”
“It’s worth it.” He drew her in, kissed her hard. “I’d have gone to Hell and picked you out a hellhound puppy, but I think Sir Pup would eat it, defending his territory.”
God. “He won’t eat a terrier puppy?”
“I asked Lilith. She said we should bring the puppy in during training, that it would do Sir Pup good to learn restraint, and that he could teach the puppy how to be a halfling’s companion.”
An evil puppy at Ash’s heels? She could get used to that.
“She’s grooming me,” Ash said. “I’m going to be just like her in two thousand years.”
Nicholas’s face darkened slightly. “I hope not.”
Oh. She looked up at him, and knew he was remembering the cabin, Lilith’s manipulation. “I think she lied, you know.”
“Which time?”
Ash had to smile at that. Yes, that fit Lilith very well. “When she said that she’d sacrifice one for the good of all.”
“You don’t think she would?”
“Maybe.” If pushed to her limits. “But she’s not stupid—and the smartest thing she could have done in that cabin would be to let Sir Pup kill me, then and there. To not take any chances that Madelyn might find me, that the Gate might be opened. She didn’t do that. I believed she would, though.”
“So did I,” Nicholas said.
“And why wouldn’t we? Two thousand years, that’s a lot of people who must have died around her. So what’s one more person? It wouldn’t mean anything, right? But I think that’s where we went wrong. Because when you see all of those people die—or just a few like the Boyles, like Rachel or your parents—then one more person isn’t nothing.”
“It’s everything,” he said. “One more person means everything.”
“Yes.” She rose up, kissed him. “So I wouldn’t mind being her in two thousand years.”
“I think you’ll be better.”
“Because you love me.”
“I do.” Palms sliding to her ass, he lifted her against him. “So what’s your plot today?”
She ran her fingers down his stomach, closed over his thick length. Hard, ready for her. “I plan to see whether I can reach your limit with just my hands.”
His grin offered the sweetest challenge. “That’s it? That’s what a demon would do?”
Not at all. That plan was much, much simpler—she would love him forever, stay with him until the end of time. Maybe it wasn’t what any old demon would do.
But it was exactly what this demon would do.
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