relaxed in her surroundings.
She was still in possession of Creation weapons.
He reminded himself to heed at least one of Bast’s
directives—not to underestimate the Goddess of War. An undeniable danger
saturated the air around this female. An exiler of extraordinary power and
strength demanded respect and distance.
“I do not want any trouble. We understand each
other?” Her fair green eyes targeted him.
Her tone had him guessing whether she was flirting
or threatening him. He had felt the tension in her body when he disarmed her.
The fine contraction in her muscles when he ran his hands over her body. To see
her in action must be extraordinary.
She cocked her hip and crossed her arms over her
chest. “So you lost your soul and your voice?”
He jerked himself out of his trance and stood on
his feet. “Yeah, no trouble.”
“Glad we understand each other,” she said and bent
over to pick up her weapons.
Bomani stared at the fine curve of her hips and
ass. Hunger burned in his veins, despite the fullness of his stomach. He buried
the sensation. He had to remain unattached and aloof to avoid any more
complications.
She was an exiler. His mark.
“Watch yourself.” Sekhmet met his gaze one last
time, and then leapt to the upper level.
Bomani stared at the elevator shaft, the space now
empty. Bast would lengthen his sentence if she ever discovered he had made
contact with the exiler. Finding the answers about his predecessor was not
worth the risk.
He rubbed the pain in his temple and paced the
small expanse of concrete. “Leave it alone , ” he growled at himself, but
the pull on his chest worsened with each passing second.
Damn it. Unable to resist the urge to follow
her, he dematerialized and reappeared on the first floor. Sekhmet stood in the
doorway staring up into the night sky. The moonlight wrapped her in an earthly
glow.
Did she wait for him?
He banished the question from his mind. The answer
did not matter. He needed to obtain Sekhmet’s trust and with it intel he could
use for Bast.
“Thank you,” he said on forced breath, hating he
now owed her. If he learned anything from Bast, nothing came without a price.
“You are welcome, Bomani.” She regarded him a moment
from the doorway before stepping onto the dock.
Bomani followed, despising his compulsion for the
female. His instincts were screaming, burning in fact. Either he was on the
right path or ready to step into a pit.
A disturbing thought came to the forefront and
soured his stomach as he joined Sekhmet. With all her powers, Bast could not
find this goddesswho lived out in the open and harnessed power he could
sense two blocks away?
“Beautiful night,” Sekhmet said and returned her gaze
to the stars.
“Cold,” Bomani growled and pulled the hood up over
his head. The fabric smelled of flowers. He hated to admit her generosity saved
him from freezing another night.
“This, coming from an Underworlder?” She laughed,
but then pressed her lips together in a suppressed smile.
Despite her levity, he did not find it all that
funny. He stared ahead, refusing to comment.
“Just trying to lighten the tension.”
He met her gaze. She stared him dead in the eyes.
He wondered if anyone intimidated this goddess. “I am not very good company.”
“Trust me, I understand.” She kicked at the dry
wood beneath her feet. “Listen, I am not going to ask why you are here, but you
need to know, it is not safe.”
“Safe from you?” His intended smile presented more
as a sneer.
“That is not what I meant.”
“So, you are concerned for my safety?” He
may be rogue, but he was not the one marked for death.
“Consider it a professional courtesy.”
“Warning taken.”
She unsheathed the dagger from her thigh holster.
Bomani’s muscles tensed, not quite ready to trust
her.
She flipped the blade and offered him the hilt.
“If you plan on staying, you will need this.”
He hesitated accepting her offer. Again,
She was still in possession of Creation weapons.
He reminded himself to heed at least one of Bast’s
directives—not to underestimate the Goddess of War. An undeniable danger
saturated the air around this female. An exiler of extraordinary power and
strength demanded respect and distance.
“I do not want any trouble. We understand each
other?” Her fair green eyes targeted him.
Her tone had him guessing whether she was flirting
or threatening him. He had felt the tension in her body when he disarmed her.
The fine contraction in her muscles when he ran his hands over her body. To see
her in action must be extraordinary.
She cocked her hip and crossed her arms over her
chest. “So you lost your soul and your voice?”
He jerked himself out of his trance and stood on
his feet. “Yeah, no trouble.”
“Glad we understand each other,” she said and bent
over to pick up her weapons.
Bomani stared at the fine curve of her hips and
ass. Hunger burned in his veins, despite the fullness of his stomach. He buried
the sensation. He had to remain unattached and aloof to avoid any more
complications.
She was an exiler. His mark.
“Watch yourself.” Sekhmet met his gaze one last
time, and then leapt to the upper level.
Bomani stared at the elevator shaft, the space now
empty. Bast would lengthen his sentence if she ever discovered he had made
contact with the exiler. Finding the answers about his predecessor was not
worth the risk.
He rubbed the pain in his temple and paced the
small expanse of concrete. “Leave it alone , ” he growled at himself, but
the pull on his chest worsened with each passing second.
Damn it. Unable to resist the urge to follow
her, he dematerialized and reappeared on the first floor. Sekhmet stood in the
doorway staring up into the night sky. The moonlight wrapped her in an earthly
glow.
Did she wait for him?
He banished the question from his mind. The answer
did not matter. He needed to obtain Sekhmet’s trust and with it intel he could
use for Bast.
“Thank you,” he said on forced breath, hating he
now owed her. If he learned anything from Bast, nothing came without a price.
“You are welcome, Bomani.” She regarded him a moment
from the doorway before stepping onto the dock.
Bomani followed, despising his compulsion for the
female. His instincts were screaming, burning in fact. Either he was on the
right path or ready to step into a pit.
A disturbing thought came to the forefront and
soured his stomach as he joined Sekhmet. With all her powers, Bast could not
find this goddesswho lived out in the open and harnessed power he could
sense two blocks away?
“Beautiful night,” Sekhmet said and returned her gaze
to the stars.
“Cold,” Bomani growled and pulled the hood up over
his head. The fabric smelled of flowers. He hated to admit her generosity saved
him from freezing another night.
“This, coming from an Underworlder?” She laughed,
but then pressed her lips together in a suppressed smile.
Despite her levity, he did not find it all that
funny. He stared ahead, refusing to comment.
“Just trying to lighten the tension.”
He met her gaze. She stared him dead in the eyes.
He wondered if anyone intimidated this goddess. “I am not very good company.”
“Trust me, I understand.” She kicked at the dry
wood beneath her feet. “Listen, I am not going to ask why you are here, but you
need to know, it is not safe.”
“Safe from you?” His intended smile presented more
as a sneer.
“That is not what I meant.”
“So, you are concerned for my safety?” He
may be rogue, but he was not the one marked for death.
“Consider it a professional courtesy.”
“Warning taken.”
She unsheathed the dagger from her thigh holster.
Bomani’s muscles tensed, not quite ready to trust
her.
She flipped the blade and offered him the hilt.
“If you plan on staying, you will need this.”
He hesitated accepting her offer. Again,
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