Guild Hunter 02 - Angels' Flight

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    ANGELS’ FLIGHT
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    Berkley Sensation mass-market edition / March 2012
    Copyright © 2012 by Nalini Singh.
    “Angels’ Pawn” by Nalini Singh copyright © 2009 by Nalini Singh.
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Tangle of Need
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Angels’
Pawn

1
     
    “T his is a surprise,
cher
,” Janvier said in that lazy drawl of his, one hand braced on the doorjamb of his Louisiana apartment. “Far as I know, I don’t have a hit out on me.”
    “I’m not an assassin.” Folding her arms, Ashwini leaned into the wall opposite the door—sleep-rumpled and half-dressed, Janvier was deliciously sexy. He was also a two-hundred-and-forty-five-year-old vampire capable of ripping out her throat with minimal effort. “Though it might come in handy with you.”
     
    A slow smile crept over his face that was a little too long, a little too saturnine, for true beauty. And yet… Janvier was the man every woman in a bar would turn to look at, his appeal as rawly earthy as the unhidden interest in eyes the shade of bayou moss, all sunlight and shadows over green. “You wound me. I thought we were friends,
non
?”
     
    “
Non
.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Are you going to let me in?”
     
    He shrugged, the muscles of his chest rippling with a strength most people would never guess at from the way he moved, pure liquid grace and charm. But Ashwini knew exactly how fast and tough he was—she’d hunted him three times in the past two years, and he’d led her on a merry dance all three times.
     
    “Depends,” he said, taking a leisurely survey of her body. “You here to beat up on me again?”
     
    “Eyes up.”
     
    Laughter in that wicked gaze as it met hers. “You’re no fun, sugar.”
     
    Only with Janvier did she end up the practical side of theunit. Everyone else thought she was way over on the east side of crazy. “This was a bad idea.” Turning on her heel, she flicked a hand his way. “See you the next time you piss off an angel.” In the normal run of things, the Guild existed to retrieve those vampires who broke their Contracts—to serve the angels for a hundred years in exchange for immortality—and then there was Janvier… “Try not to do it this week. I’m busy.”
     
    His hand closed over the back