“Interesting night,” Roman told me when we got home. He’d been along in spy mode. “I think Cody might actually have a chance.”
“Maybe,” I said. “He’s clearly smitten, but she only seems mildly interested. In a friendly way, though.”
Roman rummaged through the kitchen and poured himself a bowl of Lucky Charms. “He’s not the only one who’s smitten.”
I sighed and collapsed onto the couch. “Let it go, okay? We all know I’m a long ways from getting over Seth.”
Roman gave me a sly look. “I wasn’t talking about you.”
I stared at him for a moment, my vodka-addled brain trying to make sense of his words. “Wait…you’re talking about Seth? He’s over me.”
“Oh my God, Georgina. Could you be any more delusional?”
“He’s getting married.”
“That means nothing. If it did, guys wouldn’t catch chlamydia at their bachelor parties.”
“But he does love Maddie. And no matter what you think about his feelings, he’ll be out of my reach once they’re married.”
“The fact that they’re dating means he should already be out of your reach—but past evidence shows that’s not true.”
I scowled and kicked off my shoes. “Don’t bring that up. I feel bad enough—and so does he. If you’re just going to taunt me, then I’m going to bed.”
But to my surprise, Roman didn’t wear that mocking look that had become so typical for him since returning to Seattle. His eyes were serious, his expression—almost—concerned. “I’m not trying to taunt you. I’m just stating the facts. No matter what happens, you and Seth can’t seem to stay away from each other. You should put in a transfer request.”
“What, out of Seattle?” I asked incredulously. “I love it here.”
“You’ll learn to love some other place. Honestly, it’s the only way you’re going to be able to move on—the only way either of you can move on. You’re in a situation where you see him every day—tonight being a prime example. He broke up with you, and then you broke up with him for some ‘greater good’ kind of goal. But if you keep hanging around each other, it won’t matter. You’ll never heal. You’re just going to get your heart ripped out every day.”
I was so stunned that I couldn’t even respond for several seconds. The old taunt danced in my head: circles and circles. “I…why do you say that? Why do you care?”
“Because I already see it happening every day. You are getting your heart ripped out over and over, and it kills me to watch it happen.”
Again, I fell speechless for a moment. “I thought…I thought you hated me. I thought you wanted to destroy me.”
He finished his cereal and set the bowl down. I didn’t have the will to shoo the cats away. “I don’t hate you, Georgina,” he said wearily. “Am I upset about what happened to Helena? Absolutely. Am I upset about you lying about loving me? Yes. Do I want some kind of revenge? Maybe. Honestly, my feelings change from day to day. Some days I do want something awful to happen to you. Some days…well, I know you did what you did out of some misguided sense of…I don’t know. You thought you were doing the right thing.”
I wanted to tell him that I had loved him, in a way. But that probably wouldn’t be useful right now. “Well, watching this Seth drama unfold is probably giving you lots of material when it comes to something awful happening to me.”
“No,” he said, with a weary head shake. “I don’t like this. Like I said, I’d rather see you leave and start a new life. Every time I see you now, it’s like…it’s like watching you die. Over and over.”
I stood up, suddenly wanting to sleep. “Yeah,” I said softly. “That’s kind of what it feels like.” I hesitated. “Thanks for listening. And understanding.”
“Anytime,” he said.
This also caught me by surprise. Somewhere in these last few crazy months, I realized, Roman and I had become friends again. “I hate to ask you this, but, well, I’m not doing a very good job with keeping an upbeat mood tonight. Would you—”
He rose as well. “Yup. I’ll watch you sleep. If you can handle the creepy factor.”
“It’s an acceptable trade,” I said with a smile. “Thanks.”
And maybe it was the vodka, but I stepped forward and hugged him. He was stiff for a moment, clearly caught off guard, but then he relaxed and wrapped his arms around me. I rested my head against his chest, taking small comfort in someone warm and alive who wasn’t a stranger. He smelled like I remembered, the clean, sharp scent of his cologne surrounding me in a way very different from Seth’s woodsy smell.
I was just thinking I should pull away when a voice asked, “Am I interrupting anything?”
I jerked away from the embrace and found Carter standing in the living room, arms crossed and one eyebrow arched. Roman seemed equally flustered and took a few steps back as well, getting as far away from me as he could.
“Don’t you ever knock?” I asked.
“Not sure you’d answer,” said Carter good-naturedly. “Especially with the news I’ve got.”
I groaned. “That was fast. Does it have to do with Simone?”
He nodded. “Afraid so. She met up with Seth again.”
Chapter 9
“She couldn’t have!” I exclaimed. “He was with me all night.”
“Not after the concert ended,” pointed out Roman. “You know, I think that band might really be going somewhere.” Whatever trace of sentiment he’d shown earlier with me had vanished in Carter’s presence.
“Simone was hanging out in that twenty-four-hour coffee shop,” Carter said. “Seth went there to work after—what was it you said? You were at a concert?”
“Yeah,” I said. “Blue Satin Bra.”
The angel gave Roman a nod of agreement. “Those guys are great.”
“Hey, can we stick to the issue here?” I gave both of them glares. “What happened with Seth and Simone?”
Carter shrugged. “Same as usual. He came in and noticed her first, though. She had her head in a book—didn’t even look up until he walked over.”
“Well played,” I said. “Forces him into the aggressive role.”
“I don’t think Seth’s ever really in an aggressive role,” mused Carter. “It just put him in a position to make the first move, if he wanted to be polite.”
During our brief affair, Seth and I had made love so tenderly and so sweetly that poets would have wept at its beauty. Other times, things had been downright dirty, and I think Carter might have reconsidered his comment about Seth being aggressive, had the angel known.
“Then what?” I demanded.
“Like I said, the same. They talked about different things—a lot of topics interesting to Seth, really. I think she might have done some research on him.”
“Fucking lovely.” I collapsed onto the couch, and then I promptly shot back up. “I’m going over there—”
“Gone,” interrupted Carter. “They went separate ways, and then she bagged some guy, and I decided it was time for me to fly away.”
“Lucky bastard,” grumbled Roman. “You have no idea what kind of shit I had to sit through.”
The hint of a smile flickered on Carter’s face before he turned back to me. I sighed and sat back down. “Confronting her’s no good anyway. You already did it, and nothing came of it. I’m guessing this would just be a repeat.”
Probably a good point. Being in a conflict with a succubus kind of sucked. I could punch Hugh or the vampires, and even with immortal healing, they’d still sport a black eye for a few hours—longer if I was really good. But with a succubus? I could smack her around, and she’d shape-shift the damage. And as for verbal fighting? Well, seeing as I had no real leverage, I’d probably just fuel her further and provide more cat fight entertainment for my friends.
“Well,” I said to Roman. “I think I’m pissed off enough now that you don’t have to go to bed with me.”
Carter’s eyebrow rose again.
“
I mean, he doesn’t have to watch me sleep,” I explained. “I was kind of glum earlier, and we were worried my mystery…thing…might show up again.”
“Why glum?” asked Carter. He attempted innocence, but I wasn’t fooled. Even without being at the concert, he could easily figure out what had me down.
“Long story.”
Those silvery gray eyes bored into me, and I shifted and looked away. I hated when he did that. It was like he could see into my soul. That was a place I didn’t even want to look at—let alone have others do it. I attempted a change in subject.
“You know, I was thinking about this thing that’s going on…this force or siren song or whatever. It’s not like what happened with Nyx, but there’s still a dreamlike quality to it, you know? I mean, it certainly seems like I’m sleepwalking. Do you think she could be back?”
“Nope,” said Carter. “She’s definitely still locked up. I checked myself.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
I didn’t follow up with the obvious question. Had Carter done it for me? I mean, checking up on Nyx probably wasn’t too hard for him. He probably just asked some angel buddy who asked another angel…etc. It still made me wonder about Carter’s endgame. Why go to such trouble for me? Why look into this? Why track Simone?
His expression made me think he guessed my thoughts, something I hated. “Thanks,” I said. “But I think I’m heading to bed now.”
“And I,” said Carter, “am going to get a drink.”
“Done with Simone for good?” asked Roman.
Carter made a dismissive gesture. “At least for tonight. I’ll find her in the morning.”
“You’re kind of a slacker spy,” I pointed out, though I definitely understood his reasons for avoiding the other succubus’ liaisons.
His only response was another smile before he vanished.
“Now what?” I wondered aloud.
“Now,” said Roman, “you get your beauty sleep so that I can have another captivating day of listening to you give recommendations for people who enjoyed The Da Vinci Code.”
“You know you love it,” I said, walking off toward my bedroom.
“Sure you don’t want company?”
I glanced back at him and studied his face, the lovely lines of it and blue-green eyes like the Mediterranean of my youth. His expression was speculative, wry humor twisting his lips. I couldn’t entirely tell if he was joking. Or what his exact meaning was.
“Positive.”
My words were a little bolder than I felt, but the night passed uneventfully, again furthering the idea that my blue moods were the target. Consequently, this put me in a good mood when I went to work the next day. I even wore yellow in an attempt at further cheeriness and greeted my coworkers with such enthusiasm that Doug wanted to know what drugs I was taking—and if he could have some.
All of that changed when, while headed for the science fiction section, I felt something totally unwelcome: an immortal signature. A succubus immortal signature. And I knew exactly which succubus it belonged to. I did a 180, took a few steps, and tried to pinpoint its direction. Fiction.
I headed straight over there, and sure enough, there was Simone—with Seth. She wore that guise I’d heard reports of, the bookish—yet sexy—brunette. They were standing by Seth’s section, and she was holding up one of his paperbacks, Idiosyncraso. I knew she could feel my signature as I approached, but her eyes stayed on Seth, her conversation not missing a beat.
“You really wrote this in college?”
“Yup,” he said. “It wasn’t the first I had published, though. I shelved it for years before digging it out and revising it.”
“Cool,” she said, flipping through the pages. “I can’t wait to read it. It’ll give me something to do before your next one.”
“Well, don’t get your—oh, hey.”
Seth had spotted me. I came to a stop beside them, and Simone turned toward me politely.
“How’s it going?” I asked, voice harsher than I intended.
Seth, always sensitive to me, looked a little surprised at my tone but didn’t acknowledge it. “Fine. Georgina, this is Kelly. Kelly, Georgina. Georgina’s the manager here.”
“Hi, Kelly.”
I shook her hand with a hardness she matched, and we both continued grinning at each other like Stepford Wives.
“I met Kelly at a coffee shop,” said Seth mildly, not aware he was in succubus crossfire. “Told her she should see the store sometime.”
“It’s great,” said Simone, all adorable innocence. “I’m a big reader. I love all things books. And meeting one of my favorite authors has given me great insight.”
“Well,” said Seth, a little embarrassed at the attention. “I don’t know how much insight I’m really offering.”
Simone laughed. “Lots. I feel like I’m getting something from you each time I see you.”
“Have you seen each other a lot?” I asked.
“Kelly moved to Queen Anne,” said Seth. “So we keep running into each other.”
“It’s a great area,” I said. “Where do you live?”
Simone faltered. “Um, on Queen Anne.”
“Street, Avenue, or Drive?”
Seth seemed surprised at the interrogative style of the question. Simone turned nervous. “Eh, Avenue.”
Damn. Lucky guess. Queen Anne Street didn’t exist.
“Nice place.” Turning my back on her, I looked at Seth. “I came over because I heard someone say Maddie was looking for you.” That wasn’t true at all. Maddie wasn’t even in for another hour. I gave Simone a casual glance. “Maddie’s his fiancée.”
“I didn’t think she was in yet,” said Seth.
Why, of all days, would his memory be up and running today? “Maybe I misheard,” I said with a shrug. “But I figured you’d want to check.”
“I will,” he said, still a little puzzled. “I need to show Kelly one more book.”
She shot me a triumphant look, but I knew she’d accomplished nothing with Seth. He had that expression he got when he was so focused on something—in this case, the history of books—that he was distracted from the world. “Kelly” was a pleasant coincidence. Simone was too overconfident to notice.
Seth turned back to the shelves, and me staying would have seemed awkward. With his attention elsewhere, I shot Simone a warning look. “Well, I’m sure I’ll see you around.”
“Oh,” she said with a serene smile, “you will.”
When I got home later that day, I was ready to break some furniture. “Did you see—”
“Yes, yes, I saw,” said Roman, materializing beside me. “Calm down.”
I let out a small cry of frustration, something primal with no real form. “I can’t believe that bitch! Can’t believe she’d actually do it right in front of me! She did it on purpose. She did it on purpose to taunt me.”
Roman was the picture of tranquility as he leaned against the wall, a far cry from my frazzled, pacing state. “Of course she did. It’s like mobsters who threaten their victims in a crowd—there’s absolutely no way you could have fought back, not with that many witnesses.”
“Nice analogy,” I muttered. “Maybe there’ll be a horse head in my bed next.”
“I could leave one in hers, if it would help,” he offered.
That almost made me smile. Almost. Except I wasn’t entirely sure he was joking. “The really comical part is that Seth brought it about, you know? He was trying to stay away from me and walked right into this.”
“The road to Hell is paved with good intentions.”
I didn’t dignify that with an answer.
“Look,” he said in all seriousness, taking a few steps toward me. “It sucks that she’s doing this, and we can definitely rule out coincidence. But if Seth’s with Maddie while she’s there, you know nothing’s going to happen. And Carter will report back to us. No point in getting worked up over it.”
“Easier said than don
e. Nothing’s going to distract me from this.”
He moved closer still and rested his hands on my upper arms. “Oh? When was the last time you went dancing?”
I blinked in surprise. The last time I’d been dancing? It had been a salsa lesson at the bookstore earlier this year, after which Seth and I had ripped each other’s clothes off in my office.
“A while ago,” I said evasively, thrown off by both the question and his fingertips on my skin. “Why?”
“Let’s go out,” he said. “There are a million places we can go. Any kind of dance you want. If memory serves, you’re an okay dancer.”
I narrowed my eyes. “I’m an excellent dancer, and you know it.”
He leaned his face closer. “Then prove it.”
“Irrelevant. I don’t feel like going out.”
Roman sighed and stepped away. I found I was a little disappointed to have him let go. “Man,” he said. “I remember when you used to be fun. I’m glad I left town when I did.” He walked over to my entertainment center and knelt down. “Well, if Muhammed won’t come to the mountain…”
“Good grief. You’re a wealth of religious proverbs tonight, aren’t you?”
“Hey, just trying to—Jesus Christ. CDs? You do know the Dark Ages ended a long time ago.” He pointed at my collection with disdain. “Everyone’s gone digital now. You know, those little magical devices that store music? Or do you consider them some kind of witchcraft?”
“Technology changes every year. Jump on a fad, and you’re obsolete before you know it.”
“Honestly, it’s a wonder you aren’t cooking over a fire in the middle of your living room.”
“You forget—I don’t cook.”
“I live here. I haven’t forgotten.”
By then, he’d put one of my “archaic” CDs in the player. I laughed. “You’re one to talk about ancient history. This is old school.”
“Nah.” He rose and offered me his hands. “This is classic. Never goes out of style.”
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