Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 118374 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 592(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 395(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118374 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 592(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 395(@300wpm)
Devon blinked. “No memory at all?”
“None,” replied Hunter.
“So,” began Jolene, picking up her mug of tea. “Sheridan could have been telling the truth. If he was used as a conduit, he’d have had no recollection of any deals he might have made with Maddox.”
“But why Sheridan?” asked Adam. “Why do you think he was chosen to be the conduit?”
It was Ciaran who answered. “Maybe Asa’s little friend went to the Damned wanting to talk with Maddox and then chose a random patron to speak through. Sheridan said he was a regular at the Damned.”
“I guess that makes sense,” said Adam. “But why didn’t he—whoever he is—go back to Maddox when he wanted to hire someone to kidnap Devon?”
Leaning against the countertop, Beck pursed his lips. “Maybe he worried that Maddox would do just as he said he’d do—contact Knox with the info in exchange for a favor. Especially since he initially lied that his interest in Devon was as a potential breeding partner.”
“Whatever the case,” began Devon, “we know it was Sheridan who physically requested the dossier on me. Now we need to find out who used him to do it.”
Tanner rolled back his shoulders, wanting to shake off the restlessness that had gripped him tight. His hunting instincts were badgering at him, dissatisfied because his prey hadn’t yet been tracked. And while the identity of said prey remained a mystery, Devon wasn’t safe. That infuriated his hound.
The demon didn’t much like how Adam was fussing over her either. Tanner had always thought it petty that people could be jealous of how close their partners were to their anchors. But he could admit that it did bug him to know that Adam had innate rights to Devon; bugged Tanner that she needed another male, even if it were only on a psychic level.
He looked at Hunter. “Asa’s friend killed Sheridan after using him as a conduit. How did he do that? Is it part and parcel of that ability?”
Hunter lifted his shoulders. “If extremely powerful, someone could theoretically rupture a mind as he withdrew from it.”
“Are you still planning to speak with Lockwood, Jolene?” Ciaran asked her.
“Yes,” Jolene replied. “If he did broker the deal, it’s unlikely he can tell us anything about Asa’s friend unless said friend didn’t speak to him through a conduit … but Lockwood can certainly entertain me by dying an excruciatingly painful death for making the mistake of fucking Devon over like that.” She lifted a brow at Devon. “Will tomorrow work for you? I’m thinking we should pay him a visit at his office.”
“Sounds good to me,” said Devon. “The sooner we question him, the better. What time were you thinking?”
“Early afternoon, right after lunch. There’s something satisfying about making someone so nauseated with pain that they vomit their last meal all over themselves.”
“I had hoped that Asa’s friend would back off from you and try to find another way of manipulating Finn,” Adam said to Devon, giving her shoulder a comforting squeeze. “But if the bastard said, ‘we’ll meet soon,’ he’s obviously not done trying to get his hands on you.”
Tanner’s jaw tightened. “No one’s getting their hands on her. I’ll kill anyone who tries.”
Adam gave him a considering look. “Yeah, I think you would.” He gave a short nod. “Good.” Adam pinched Devon’s lips shut when she tried to speak. “Yes, yes, you can kill them yourself—I’m not disputing that. I just like that you have backup. Sue me.”
Giving him a mock scowl, Devon knocked his hand away. “I wasn’t going to needlessly remind you that I’m capable of protecting myself.” Okay, maybe she would have prefaced her statement with that, but whatever. “I was going to say that there are far worse things than dying, and that maybe we should make an example of anyone we discover played any part in what happened rather than killing them outright. We should make them suffer; let others know what fate will await them if they make the same mistake.”
Tanner looked at her, his mouth curved. “I like that idea.”
“Yeah, I figured you would.” His kind were as bloodthirsty as hers. Devon downed the last of her herbal tea and stood. “I need to get home.”
“You’ll be happy to know that your car is back in action,” said Jolene. “I had Richie park it in the lot outside your building earlier.”
Tanner pushed to his feet. “I’ll give you a ride, kitten.”
Her stomach plummeted at the “we need to talk” look he gave her. After the weird evening she’d had, she really wasn’t in the mood for that conversation. In fact, she wanted to just relax on the sofa with a tub of chocolate chip ice-cream and watch TV. But she didn’t fight him on taking her home, not trusting he wouldn’t say something like “You didn’t mind me giving you a different kind of ride last night” right there in front of God and everybody.