Dangerous Creatures(59)

Earrings? Tiffany.

Bangle? Cartier.

Necklace? Harry Winston.

Diamonds really are a Siren’s best friend.

She could’ve gone on like that all night, but she only had one body to put it all on, and it was nearly eight.

She resolved to come home early and play dress-up with whatever else the closet would cough up after dinner, which was the first moment she admitted that she really was going through with it.

She was going downstairs to meet Lennox Gates.

Ridley was determined to uncover the reasons behind the photograph on the wall, no matter what.

By the time she had squeezed into a dress that would stop traffic, she was ready for more than dinner.

She was ready to face Nox Gates.



He was waiting for Ridley in the lobby, looking less like he owned an Underground nightclub and more like he owned the world.

Worlds, Ridley thought. Caster and Mortal alike.

He rose from one of the sculpted horsehair lobby chairs as soon as he saw her, buttoning the center button on his tailored jacket. His long hair hit the starched linen collar of an equally well-cut shirt, but he wore the whole look as easily as he had his old leather one at Sirene.

Underworld and upper class. Another clue to the mystery of Lennox Gates.

“Nice threads.” Ridley smiled. “Wait, are we playing polo with your butler tonight? My valet didn’t tell me.” Her voice sounded surprisingly light, under the circumstances.

Strange.

It didn’t make anything easier that Nox was so good-looking, especially tonight. She couldn’t help noticing. There weren’t many guys who dressed like that in Gatlin. Or any. She couldn’t imagine Link in that kind of getup. That’s what he’d call it. A getup.

“Polo, yes, of course. At my country estate. We can take my yacht—I parked it around the corner.” Nox looked her up and down. “Though I’m not sure you’re dressed for anything as innocent as sailing.”

It was true. Ridley did look like a bad girl tonight, even for a Siren. The way her leather dress hit certain places and skimmed others was practically criminal. That really is some Caster closet, she thought. All the better for making a Dark Caster talk.

She batted her eyelashes. “How ironic. Innocent is my middle name.”

Ridley let Nox help her into his black Lincoln Town Car. As the door closed behind her, she settled into her seat, feeling guilty, like a princess going off to a ball. Battle armor notwithstanding.

A wicked princess crashing an evil ball, but whatever.

Charming was Charming, whether you were talking about Mortal royalty or a Dark Caster and a modern Siren. And whether you had a secret agenda or not.

You say glass slipper, I say calfskin stilettos.

She’d never left a shoe behind for a guy before. She supposed there was a first time for everything.

Stop it, she reminded herself.

This is war.

Nox Gates is the enemy.

And I’m keeping the shoes.



Dinner was private, as private as two people can be in a sprawling city of millions.

On this particular rooftop—the garden of an immense stone building—they were very intimately alone.

Alone with a chef and a violinist and a waitstaff, but still.

They sat at a small round table overflowing with white linens and white flowers. Gardenias, Ridley thought. The smell was as sweet as the city was gray. Instead of stars there were city lights. Instead of mountains there were high-rise buildings.

“Try a Metropolitan Cosmopolitan,” Nox said, pouring a pink drink from a tall crystal carafe into a sugar-rimmed glass.

It smelled like the flowers in the islands, Ridley thought.

“Sort of a house specialty,” he added.

“Big house,” Ridley said, sipping from the glass. The sugar rush was intense. She could feel her heart pounding, so she put down the glass.

She needed a clear head tonight.

Nox shrugged. “Big? You could say that. It’s called the Met.”

“The museum?” Even Ridley had heard of that one, and she went out of her way to avoid museums or any place where people stood around looking at things other than her.

He nodded.

Rid picked up the glass and put it back down again. Nervous? Am I nervous? Is that what this is?

She cleared her throat. “Where is everybody?” They had come straight from a side entrance to a service elevator, and until they had reached the rooftop, Ridley hadn’t seen a person except for the occasional security guard.

Nox sipped from his glass. “Let’s just say I gave them the night off.”

The view from their table was breathtaking. Puffs of green trees were still visible in the fading light, even with the concrete jungle rising between them. Ridley understood why Sirens throughout history had been drawn to this city.

“This is beautiful,” she said, feeling very small. It was a new feeling, and she filed it away. There had been so many new feelings lately.

He shrugged. “It’s a beautiful city. I don’t know why I spend so much time in the Underground, when it’s so incredible up here.”

“You love Sirene.” She smiled at him, pushing the conversation where it needed to go.

“I do.”

“Why?” She tried to sound casual.

He studied the view carefully, as if it would disappear the moment he looked away. “I love all my clubs.”