Loyalty in Death (In Death #9)(100)

“Then make it good.” He set the flower aside. “Because I’m damn sick and I’m tired of having to justify my feelings to the woman who owns them.”

“I can’t keep my balance.” Oh, she hated to admit it, to say it out loud to the man who wobbled it so often and so easily. “I get it, and I cruise along for a while, realizing this is who I am now, who we are now. And then, sometimes, I just look at you and stumble. And I can’t get my breath because all these feelings just rear up and grab me by the throat. I don’t know what to do about it, how to handle it. I think, I’m married to him. I’ve been married to him for almost six months, and there are times he walks into the room and stops my heart.”’

She let out a shuddering breath. “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me. In my life, you’re what matters most. I love you so much it scares me, and I guess if I had a choice about it, I wouldn’t change it. So… now you can get pissed off, because I’m done.”

“A fat lot of room you’ve given me for that.” He watched her lips twitch into a smile as he went to her. His hands slipped over her shoulders, down her back. “I’ve no choice either, Eve. I wouldn’t want one.”

“We’re not going to fight.”

“I don’t think so.”

She kept her eyes on his as she tugged at the belt of his robe. “I stored up this energy in case I needed it to fight with you.”

He lowered his head, bit her bottom lip. “It’s a shame to waste it.”

“I’m not going to.” Slowly, she backed him toward the bed, up the short steps to the platform. “I drove through the city tonight. I felt alive.” She tugged the robe away, closed her teeth over his shoulder. “I’m going to show you.”

She tumbled to the bed on top of him, and her mouth was like a fever. The frantic burst of energy reminded her of the first time they’d come together on this bed, the night she’d thrown all caution and restraint aside and let him take her where they’d needed to go.

Now she would drive him, with fast, rough hands, hot greedy lips. She took exactly what she wanted, and what she took was everything.

The light was gray and weak, trickling through the sky window overhead, filtering down on her. His vision blurred, but he watched her as she destroyed him. Slim, agile, fierce, the bruises from the hideous night blooming on her skin like the medals of a warrior.

Her eyes gleamed as she worked them both toward frenzy.

Then, and then again, skin glowing, breath ragged, she lowered over him, sheathed him, surrounded him.

She arched back, arrowed with pleasure. He gripped her hips, said her name, and let her ride.

Her skin was slick with sweat when she collapsed onto him, melted into him. His arms came around her, holding her there. Her cheek to his heart.

“Sleep awhile,” he murmured.

“I can’t. I have to go in.”

“You haven’t slept in twenty-four hours.”

“I’m okay,” she answered as she sat up. “Almost better than okay. I needed this more than sleep — really, Roarke. And if you think you’re going to force a tranq down my throat, think again.”

She rolled off him and up. “I need to keep moving. If there’s any down time, I’ll catch a nap at the crib at Central.”

She glanced around for a robe, took his. “I need a favor.”

“Now would be an excellent time to ask for one.”

She glanced over, grinned. He looked sleek and satisfied. “I bet. Anyway, I don’t want Zeke stuck at the station the way he has been, but I need to keep him under wraps awhile longer.”

“Send him here.”

“Ah… if I took one of your vehicles in, I could leave mine here. Working on it would give him something to do.”

Roarke turned his head. Eyed her. “Do you plan to be involved in any wrecks or explosions today?”

“You never know.”

“Take anything but the 3X-2000. I’ve only driven it once.”

She made some comment about men and their toys, but he was feeling mellow and let it pass.

CHAPTER TWENTY

Dear Comrade,

We are Cassandra.

We are loyal.

We are sure you’ve been watching the bleeding liberal media puppets report on the incidents in New York City. It sickens us to listen to their sobbing, their wailing. While we are nothing but amused by their condemnation of the destruction of their pathetic symbols of the blindly opportunistic society that now holds this country under its rigid thumb, we are angry at their one-dimensional and predictable stand on the issues.

Where is their faith? Where is their comprehension?

They still don’t see, still don’t understand what we are and what we will mean to them.

Tonight we struck with the fury of the gods. Tonight we watched the scrambling rats. But this is nothing, nothing to what we will do.

Our adversary, the woman that fate and circumstance deemed we face down for our mission, has proven difficult. She is skilled and strong, but we would be satisfied with no less. It is true that through her, we have lost a certain monetary payment, which we understand you had hoped to secure quickly. Do not concern yourself with this matter. Our finances are very solvent, and we will bleed this heedless city to its bones before we are finished.