Guild Hunter 02 - Angels' Flight

wall when she turned to him. “Can you climb that?”
     
    She followed his gaze to what looked like some kind of a water pipe, a reasonably substantial one. “Yeah.” The request surprised her. “I thought you were babysitting me.”
     
    “We’re probably under surveillance,” he told her, voice matter-of-fact. “I can’t defang you completely.”
     
    “That implies you could.” She shot him a sweet smile laced with bite. “We have to consider something else—if we are being watched, then the angels and high-level vamps have to know what we’re up to. I’m not going to deliver a hunter into their hands.” Angelic vengeance could be soul-destroyingly brutal.
     
    Deacon looked into her face, unblinking. “That’s why we have to get to him first. We’ll deliver death with mercy.”
     
    Giving a nod, she accepted the transmitters he held out and ran to the pipe. She was light enough—and, more important, had enough muscle—that it was fairly simple to pull herself up. When she reached the window ledge, she found it an easy, wide perch. So close, it was tempting to push up the window and go in, but she took her time checking everything out.
     
    Just as well, as it turned out.
     
    Shah had rigged a garrote across the opening, at the exact height to cut anyone coming in. From the faint glitter, she guessed it was covered with crushed glass. Gruesome, but home security wasn’t a crime. Double-checking for any electrical wires that might be connected to an alarm, she glanced down at Deacon and signaled her intention to enter.
     
    He nodded once and signaled back.
Two minutes.
     
    Pushing up the window, she stepped in with care, avoiding the lethal stroke of the garrote by bending lowe found herself in what looked like the living room. It was dark. But not dark enough to hide the man sitting silently in the armchair.
     

4
     
    “I expected Deacon,” he said in a silky soft tone.
    “Shah Mayur, I presume.”
     
    “Sara Haziz.” A lilt of surprise. “Since when are you a Slayer?”
     
    “Call it a sideline.” She noted the gun in his lap. “You’re prepared.”
     
    “Didn’t want my head lopped off before I had a chance to explain that I’m not a homicidal killer.” This time, the tone was wry.
     
    She liked him. Didn’t mean he wasn’t a murderer. “So if I leave?”
     
    “I’m not going to shoot you. Tell Deacon I’ll meet you both outside.” A pause. “And Sara, it’s not good form for the future Guild Director to be breaking and entering.”
     
    “Why does everyone act like it’s a done deal?” she muttered and backed out, keeping an eye on his hands the whole time. If necessary, she could jump—it would break a few bones, but it wouldn’t kill her. Not like a bullet would.
     
    If Shah replied, she didn’t hear. It was far easier to go down the pipe than it had been to come up. “He’s heading down to talk.”
     
    Deacon’s face went very quiet. Dangerous. “He’s not supposed to be here.”
     
    “He knew you were coming. And he knows your name.”
     
    That made him go even more still. Sara found herself fascinated. Did Deacon ever let himself go? Or was he this contained even in the most intimate of situations? It was temptingto kiss him and find out, but with the way he drew her, she knew she wouldn’t stop at a kiss.
     
    The whisper of Shah’s ladder sliding to the ground was a welcome distraction. She waited as the other hunter descended, his gun nowhere in sight. Of course, that simply meant he was good at hiding his weaponry. Elena would approve, Sara thought. Her best friend usually had spikes secreted in her hair, and knives strapped to her thighs. That was just for starters.
     
    “Hello, Deacon.” Shah turned out to be tall, dark, and very handsome, with shining black hair that swept his shoulders.
     
    “I’m impressed.” Deacon subtly angled himself so he protected Sara.
     
    She stopped herself from rolling her eyes and used the chance to retrieve her own gun from the small of her back. Then she moved out of Deacon’s night-shadow so she’d have a clear line of sight.
     
    “Spying’s my thing. I work intel for the Guild.”
     
    The Guild had an intel division?
Sara wondered how many more secrets she’d learn as Guild Director. It was temptation indeed for a woman as curious as her. But was she willing to give up everything she was, give up the possibility of a family, children? Yes, there were men who’d b more than