Blood Trinity (Belador #1)(34)
But he couldn’t afford the distraction right now or get close to someone he was tasked with keeping an eye on.
No hardship there.
Her unzipped jacket had fallen open while she slept.
She wore a loose T-shirt underneath, but from the way she slumped it was pulled tight over her hard stomach, showing her body off to perfection. A wisp of thick lashes hid her finely shaped eyes above soft cheeks. He’d seen the shape of her eyes through her sunglasses, but not the color.
Didn’t matter. They could be purple or blaze orange and she’d still be beautiful. Her hair had dried during the ride, sweeping loosely over her shoulders. One long tendril lay quietly along her neck.
Only his iron will stopped him from reaching over to stroke his fingers through all that plush hair, black as a sinful thought.
He hadn’t enjoyed a female since …
He’d lost his soul.
Just another reason not to touch this one.
Traffic started moving again in his peripheral vision, pulling him back to the task of reaching downtown by three. He wanted time to snoop around after dropping her off at her home.
He caught a tiny movement within the cab. A human without heightened powers of perception would not have noticed, but it drew his attention to Evalle.
She studied him surreptitiously from beneath eyelashes hovering low over her pink cheeks.
He could let her sleep, but he wanted her company. “Feel better?”
She hesitated for a second, but to her credit she opened her eyes—exotic green eyes the color of a baby salamander—and sat up right away, stretching. “Much. Where are we?”
“Just inside the perimeter.”
She stopped moving as she realized her eyes were uncovered. “Where are my sunglasses?”
“Above the visor over your head.”
Once she had them on again she sat back and rested her arm along the edge of the window, tapping her fingers. “What’s got traffic bogged down in the middle of the afternoon? This sucks, even for Atlanta.”
“Wreck two miles ahead, but it’ll be cleared soon.”
Her eyes took in the radio he hadn’t turned on since leaving VIPER. “And you would know this how?”
He laughed at the obvious leap she’d made. “You think I’m psychic?”
“In our line of work, that wouldn’t surprise me. I don’t know what shamans can do.”
Storm suppressed the wry chuckle stirring in his chest. Sen had called him a Navajo shaman because Sen believed what he’d been told by an agent in the northeastern division where Storm had spent the last eight months. A fair assumption, based on what Storm had led everyone there to believe. Tracing a person’s background in the world of humans was much easier than determining the origins of those with supernatural powers.
He was not entirely Navajo nor exactly a shaman.
Storm grinned at her. “You think shamans can’t read electronic message boards with traffic warnings … like the one a couple miles back?”
“Oh, crud. Forgot about those.” She smiled at herself, unable to stop a flush of embarrassment.
Seeing her face light with a casual happiness pulled at him, rousing a warm feeling he hadn’t experienced in a long while. A human feeling. He considered telling her the truth—that he had seen the car collision ahead in his mind. At one time he would have shared something so simple.
That had been before a woman he’d cared about had used things he’d told her, simple details, to steal first his soul then his father’s.
Right before she’d killed his father.
The bitch had sent his father’s spirit to wander for eternity, then turned Storm into her personal weapon.
After what seemed an eternity in hell, he’d finally figured out how to break free of her.
She’d disappeared, but he would find her. No matter what—even if he had to hunt her through multi-dimensions. And when he did, he’d free his father first and get his own soul back next.
“So are you or are you not psychic?” Evalle looked anywhere but at him.
“Sometimes.” That was all she was going to get out of him.
He’d been born with a few gifts—thanks to his South American Ashaninka grandfather—such as the ability to affect emotional response around him and to strip the truth from a liar.
“Hmm.” If she moved any closer to the passenger door, she’d meld with it.
He opened his senses to Evalle’s emotions. She was as calm as a summer sky ahead of a brewing storm, waiting for him to pounce on her. Might as well get to the heart of what had her agitated. “Tell me about Alterants.”
“Like Sen hasn’t filled you in?”
Storm ignored the swirl of anger Evalle generated and pressed again. “Is it true the last one killed nine Beladors before it was destroyed?”
Her anger whipped through her as she tensed. “He.”
That anger confused him. “He what?”
“You called the Alterant ‘it.’ We’re not things. We’re people, just as much as you or anyone else born of human parents. Yes, he shifted and killed Beladors.”
During the time Storm had been with VIPER, little had been said about Alterants until that incident. VIPER had a no-tolerance policy when it came to talking about agency business.
They silenced those who spoke too freely. Permanently.