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Val Linley was not in a good mood. Working any miserably long shift at the coffee shop with the girl she despised more than life itself tended to have that effect on her, but it wasn’t her merely working with Kyla James that had her so upset tonight. It wasn’t what had happened that day, but rather what hadn’t that was worrying her…and what she hadn’t been able to find out as a result.
As Val made her way down a long dark alley in Manitou Springs, her lace-up black stilettos clicked against the pavement. She had made sure to put on her tightest black dress before leaving her apartment, to pin her dark silken hair up in dramatic swoops and to don an unnaturally red shade of lipstick. She was not going to take any chances tonight.
Checking her phone, she saw that she was three minutes early, which was far better in this situation than being three minutes late. Her nerves were on edge as she waited at the end of the alleyway, and she had to remind herself for about the tenth time to calm down. Val knew anxiety was not going to help her right now.
Suddenly, she felt a hand slip around her waist. Turning slowly, she looked up at Donovan and smiled deviously, trying not to let it show on her face what she was really feeling.
“Hey there,” she greeted him in a low sultry voice.
Donovan slipped his arms further around her waist and pulled her close to him, a gesture with which Val immediately complied.
Breathing quietly into her ear, he whispered, “Did everything go as planned?”
She tried to keep her composure, knowing how easy it was for him to discern any change in her emotions. “She’s being stubborn,” Val pouted.
Donovan loosened his grip on her waist. He didn’t look happy.
“Meaning what?” he asked tensely.
She had to keep him calm.
Val knew the last thing she needed was for Donovan to lose his temper. Tilting her head to one side and sliding her hand up his arm, she told him softly, “Don’t worry. I can handle Kyla James.”
He eyed her suspiciously. “And how exactly are you handling her?”
Val moved closer to him again, close enough that she was breathing onto his neck. “Trust me,” she whispered. Then she pressed her lips gently to his throat.
Donovan faltered slightly, but not nearly enough. It troubled her, the extent to which he was able to resist her tonight.
“And for what reason, exactly, should I do that?” he asked.
Val knew she had to lay it on thick if she was going to successfully divert his attention right now. “I have something for you,” she whispered.
He looked into her suspiciously again. “And what is that?”
She smiled as she kissed the side of his face. “You’re gonna like it.”
Sliding her hand up his stomach beneath the black trench coat he wore, she could see by the look in his eyes that she was getting to him.
“Tell me,” Donovan said.
Val looked into him with her emerald green eyes. “I’d rather show you,” she spoke to him softly.
She bit his lower lip as she kissed him on the mouth, and it was when she did this that Donovan finally broke. Grabbing her by the waist with both of his hands, he picked her up so she could wrap her legs around him and slammed her up against the brick wall behind her.
Val became ravenous, breathing heavily as he kissed her, knowing full well what it did to him when she did that.
Every time, she thought to herself as his hand slid up her leg.
He could have beaten her. He could have killed her…or at the very least denied her the standing in the coven she had been promised.
Such depth of power, such impenetrable evil…and yet the Nephilim were still so impossibly easy to manipulate.
As Val made her way down a long dark alley in Manitou Springs, her lace-up black stilettos clicked against the pavement. She had made sure to put on her tightest black dress before leaving her apartment, to pin her dark silken hair up in dramatic swoops and to don an unnaturally red shade of lipstick. She was not going to take any chances tonight.
Checking her phone, she saw that she was three minutes early, which was far better in this situation than being three minutes late. Her nerves were on edge as she waited at the end of the alleyway, and she had to remind herself for about the tenth time to calm down. Val knew anxiety was not going to help her right now.
Suddenly, she felt a hand slip around her waist. Turning slowly, she looked up at Donovan and smiled deviously, trying not to let it show on her face what she was really feeling.
“Hey there,” she greeted him in a low sultry voice.
Donovan slipped his arms further around her waist and pulled her close to him, a gesture with which Val immediately complied.
Breathing quietly into her ear, he whispered, “Did everything go as planned?”
She tried to keep her composure, knowing how easy it was for him to discern any change in her emotions. “She’s being stubborn,” Val pouted.
Donovan loosened his grip on her waist. He didn’t look happy.
“Meaning what?” he asked tensely.
She had to keep him calm.
Val knew the last thing she needed was for Donovan to lose his temper. Tilting her head to one side and sliding her hand up his arm, she told him softly, “Don’t worry. I can handle Kyla James.”
He eyed her suspiciously. “And how exactly are you handling her?”
Val moved closer to him again, close enough that she was breathing onto his neck. “Trust me,” she whispered. Then she pressed her lips gently to his throat.
Donovan faltered slightly, but not nearly enough. It troubled her, the extent to which he was able to resist her tonight.
“And for what reason, exactly, should I do that?” he asked.
Val knew she had to lay it on thick if she was going to successfully divert his attention right now. “I have something for you,” she whispered.
He looked into her suspiciously again. “And what is that?”
She smiled as she kissed the side of his face. “You’re gonna like it.”
Sliding her hand up his stomach beneath the black trench coat he wore, she could see by the look in his eyes that she was getting to him.
“Tell me,” Donovan said.
Val looked into him with her emerald green eyes. “I’d rather show you,” she spoke to him softly.
She bit his lower lip as she kissed him on the mouth, and it was when she did this that Donovan finally broke. Grabbing her by the waist with both of his hands, he picked her up so she could wrap her legs around him and slammed her up against the brick wall behind her.
Val became ravenous, breathing heavily as he kissed her, knowing full well what it did to him when she did that.
Every time, she thought to herself as his hand slid up her leg.
He could have beaten her. He could have killed her…or at the very least denied her the standing in the coven she had been promised.
Such depth of power, such impenetrable evil…and yet the Nephilim were still so impossibly easy to manipulate.
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