Wednesday, 9 November 2016

Snippet from White Hot (Hidden Legacy #2) by Ilona Andrews

We sank into silence again. The recording kept playing over and over in my head, so visceral it shot right past all of my normal brakes and reached deep into the vicious part of me that usually woke only when my family was threatened. I wanted to kill the people who did this. I wanted to murder them and watch them die. It would be just. It would be fair.
I met Rogan’s gaze. “Do you have any leads?”
Do you?” Rogan asked. “Did you get anything from Forsberg?”
Yes.”
Are you going to tell me?”
No.”
He stared at me.
You’re not my client,” I told him. “I don’t work for you and I’m not going to share confidential information with you unless my client directs me to do it. Even then, I have misgivings. I’m still trying to come to terms with what happened to his wife.” Her death kept playing though my head, stuck on a perpetual loop.
He leaned back and studied me. An imperceptible shift took place in the way he sat, in the line of his shoulders, and in his eyes. Apparently we were done talking about work.
What?”
I missed you,” he said, his lips stretching into a slow, lazy smile. The ice in his eyes began to melt. “Did you miss me, Nevada?”
He said my name. “No.”
Not even a little bit?”
No. Never thought of you.” Just because I usually chose not to lie didn’t mean I couldn’t.
Rogan grinned and all of my thoughts went to the wrong places. He was almost unbearably handsome when he smiled.
Stop it,” I growled.
Stop what?”
Stop smiling at me.”
He grinned wider.
Why did you even get involved in this? Trying to punish your cousin?”
Yes.”
And he’d just lied. I squinted at him. “Lie better.”
Nice, Ms. Baylor. That was a partial truth and you still tagged it. Been practicing?”
None of your business.” I hadn’t just been practicing. I’d been actively working on being better. I studied my books, I worked on arcane circles, and I experimented with my magic. I enjoyed it too. Using my magic was like stretching an aching muscle. It felt good.
Mmm, prickly.”
You’re not answering my questions. Why should I answer yours?”
He surveyed me, his eyes half closed, as if wondering if I were a delicious snack. I had an image of a massive dragon circling me slowly, eyes full of magic fixed on me as he moved, considering if he should bite me in a half.
Dragons.” Rogan snapped his fingers.
Oh crap.
I wondered why I kept getting dragons around you.” He leaned forward. His eyes lit up, turning back to their clear sky blue. “You think I’m a dragon.”
Don’t be ridiculous.” My face felt hot. I was probably blushing. Damn it.
His smile went from amused to sexual, so charged with promise that carnal was the only way to describe it. I almost bolted out of my chair.
Big powerful scary dragon.”
You have delusions of grandeur.”
Do I have a lair? Did I kidnap you to it from your castle?”
I stared straight at him, trying to frost my voice. “You have some strange fantasies, Rogan. You may need professional help.”
Would you like to volunteer?”
No. Besides, dragons kidnap virgins, so I’m out.” And why had I just told him I was not a virgin? Why did I even go there?
It doesn’t matter if I’m the first. It only matters that I’ll be the last.”
You won’t be the first, the last, or anything in between. Not in a million years.”
He laughed.
Rogan,” I ground out through my teeth. “I’m on the clock. My client is in the next room mourning his wife. Stop flirting with me.”
Stop? I haven’t even started.”
I pointed my bottle at him.
What does that mean?” he asked me.
It means if you don’t stop, I’ll dump this bottle over your head and escape this compound with my client.”
I’d like to see you try.”

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