Wicked Edge (Realm Enforcers, #2)(42)

Tori shook her head and then seemed to focus. “Oh, I’m sorry. I’m Tori, Lex’s sister.”

Ah ha. Lex, a Seattle cop, had recently mated with Kellach Dunne, and they were currently in Ireland meeting with the Coven Nine about Apollo. Felicity smiled. “Cee Cee Kyllwood.”

The woman nodded. “Are you Daire’s girlfriend?”

Felicity faltered. Could a century-old demon be a girlfriend? “Ah—”

“Yes.” Daire crossed around her and slid an arm over her shoulders. “Cee Cee is in, ah, banking, and she handles my accounts.”

Adam snorted.

Tori held out a hand. “Nice to meet you.”

Felicity shook. The woman had no idea about the world she’d entered. Interesting. “You too.”

Tori’s gaze strengthened. “Wait a minute. The prospect? His name is Logan Kyllwood. Is he your brother?”

Brother? “Cousin on my mother’s side,” Felicity lied smoothly. She cut a hard look at Adam. If they were going to draw humans into their world, they should at least be honest and upfront about everything. Playing the woman for a fool didn’t set well with her. “What Grizzly have you been dating?”

“Lucas Clarke,” Tori murmured.

“Like a bad boy, do you?” Felicity asked, not missing Adam’s sharp look.

Tori nodded. “Always have.”

Now that was funny. Adam Dunne was probably as bad as they got, but with his current cover, he seemed rather tame compared to Lucas. Man, could appearances be deceiving.

Tori ran an obviously shaking hand through her thick curls. “I guess we need to call the police?” She turned toward Adam. “Your people are working with the local authorities, right?”

Felicity kept quiet. What exactly were their covers, anyway?

“Aye.” Daire reached for a blanket to place over the corpse. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to take care of the situation and not deal with the local cops, especially since your sister is in Ireland. Alexandra is the only local cop I like or trust.”

Felicity moved forward. “Are you sure Bob didn’t have family?” No way would she let the enforcers cover up his death if he had family out there looking for him.

Tori nodded. “I’m sure. His only living relative was his great-uncle, who died last year from a heart attack. Bob was alone.”

Poor Bob. He’d looked so young and frightened in the last moments of life.

“We’ll take care of him,” Daire said. “Right now, Adam is going to escort you home.”

Tori nodded, her lips trembling. “That’s fine, but at some point, you all are going to have to level with me, Dunne.”

Daire stilled. “Excuse me?”

Tori’s eyes flashed all sorts of blue fire. “I’m neither naive nor stupid, but I’ve been waiting for my sister to get home to discover the facts. If she’s not here soon, one of you is going to bring me up to speed. Like it or not.” She turned on a high-heeled boot and stomped out into the night.

So much for the cute and clueless human. Felicity grinned. “I like her.”

“You would,” Adam retorted as he followed the human and shut the door.





Chapter 15


Daire returned to the cabin after burying Bob’s body beneath an outcropping of rocks far away from the river. Burying bodies too near a moving stream only ended with their being found miles away. His gut hurt and his head ached from failure. For months he’d been chasing the distributors and manufacturer of Apollo, and he’d only shut down one main distributor, Yuri Demidov, who currently was decomposing under dirt without his head.

The river gurgled behind him, and the sweet scent of pine surround him, but his mind refused to relax. So he took time and several deep breaths to calm himself as he strode across damp earth, letting the silence finally seep in. The cabin came into view, and his heart kicked back into gear.

Setting the shovel by the front door, he stomped mud off his boots and walked inside.

The spicy scent of simmering pasta sauce stopped him cold. Felicity turned from stirring something delicious smelling in a pot, her feet bare, a faded yellow apron hugging her kick-ass body. “Hungry?”

She’d made him dinner? He staggered inside and toed off his boots. The hominess of the scene dug right into his heart and settled deep. “Aye.”

“Good.” She pointed to the table, which she’d set with matching plates. A bottle of Cabernet breathed next to two wineglasses. “Pour the wine, would you?”

He shook his head, his chest warming. “Sure.” First he went to the sink and washed off the dirt and death. It was probably a sad state of affairs that he could bury a body without mussing his clothing, but his jeans and shirt were as clean as when he’d left. Leaning over, trying to concentrate, he poured two generous glasses. “Where did you find enough food to make dinner?”

She laughed and turned to dump pasta on their plates. “I didn’t find much. No salad or bread to go with the pasta. But there were enough spices to make an interesting sauce.” After setting the pot back on the stove, she drew the apron over her head and turned to take a seat. “I also found a bottle of Rémy Martin Cognac hidden under the kitchen sink behind cleansers, mousetraps, and sponges.”