Seduced by the Darkling. Lauren Hawkeye
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she’s too mangled for an ID right now. We’ll have to check the missing person reports.”
“Wow.” Jazlyn had never worked a case where the victim was beyond recognition. There was always a face, a picture that could be shown around—even if the name took some time. “She bled out from the trauma, then?”
“No official word yet, but I can’t imagine that it would be anything else.”
“Anything else?”
“No. That’s it for now. You could call me later, see if there’s anything else,” he said in a hopeful voice. Jazlyn wouldn’t call him. The eagerness with which he broached the subject brought to mind thoughts of his wife and child and consequently made her sick to the stomach.
“Thanks, Ernie.” She held out her hand and cringed when he drew her into a stiff, one-armed hug that she retreated from as soon as she was able. “Maybe I’ll do that.”
Yeah...maybe. Or maybe not. Jazlyn shook her head as she made her way across the lot. It was time to head back to the office, anyway. She’d write up a quick article and send it to Bob, her editor, before she signed off for the night.
When she reached the edge of the parking lot, she looked back over her shoulder. The crowd of reporters was even larger now, and another cop had joined Ernie and his partner in the effort to satisfy their shouted questions.
One man drew her eye, and her feet drew to a halt as she caught his eyes. He stood at the edge of the crowd, his hands tucked deeply into the pockets of his long black peacoat. He was pale, so very pale, with hair black as night that hung lifeless around his face.
Though he didn’t fit in with the disheveled crowd of denim-clad rowdies who called themselves media, it wasn’t his attire that caught her attention. No, it was something more—the way he stood perhaps, so still that she wondered if he could be real. Or maybe it was the fact that he was watching her—watching intently—instead of trying to cajole more details about the dead woman from the police.
As she stood looking back at the man, her chin raised in defiance, she couldn’t help but feel the stranger was somehow responsible for the unease she felt. She took a few steps backward before turning and walking away as briskly as she could manage before breaking into a jog. No matter how she tried to shake it off, the sensation remained. She didn’t like it—she wasn’t easily spooked, and the feeling didn’t sit well with her.
She was distracted enough by it and by the man who seemed to have eyes only for her that she didn’t see the massive figure until she had walked right into him.
“Aah!” Jazlyn let loose with a shriek and swung her heavy satchel forward in defense. It connected solidly with a wall of flesh, and the person she had run into grunted.
Jazlyn looked up...and then up some more. The man standing in front of her was huge, and as she took in the incredibly well-muscled frame, the dark shadow on the strong jaw, the fall head of nut-brown hair, she couldn’t tell whether the spike of adrenaline fizzing through her veins was from the fright she’d gotten at finding that she wasn’t alone on the quiet street or from the wall of pure male that she had just smacked into.
He was looking down at her with the barest hint of amusement playing over the corners of his lips. She berated herself for being so jumpy.
“I’m so sorry. You just startled me.” Jazlyn crouched to retrieve the bag that now lay on the ground, scooping the pencils and loose change that had fallen out of it back into the depths of the leather. Embarrassment chased away her nerves, and she cringed as she realized that she had just assaulted a perfectly innocent person on the street.
“Apologies.” The barest hint of an accent that Jazlyn didn’t recognize caressed the word, and she had to focus hard on not drooling. She wasn’t in the habit of ogling strange men on the street, but this one was...wow. Just wow.
“It’s okay.” She heard the breathlessness in her own voice and cringed. She wasn’t a flirtatious woman, and never had been—she prided herself on being exactly as she presented herself. But then, she’d never come across a man who caused her to ache just by looking at him.
“You should be more careful.” The man’s voice held only the very slightest bit of chastisement, but it got Jazlyn’s back up.
“I already apologized.” Standing again, she swung her bag back over her shoulder and tried to look past the fact that she was very attracted to this man “My bad, okay?”
“Indeed.” There was that hint of amusement again. “I’m not referring to the fact that you don’t pay any attention to where you’re walking but to the neighborhood and the hour.”
Jazlyn squinted up into the man’s very nearly perfect face. His eyes were green, deep and dark but held no malice. As she scrutinized him, she realized that she felt none of the chill in his presence that she had when she’d looked at the black-haired man back at the crime scene.
“I appreciate your concern.” She couldn’t think of what else to say. “But I’m a big girl. I’ve got it covered.” The man didn’t reply—just continued to look at her as though he could see right into the very heart of her.
She didn’t like it, yet his very presence sent her hormones into a jitterbug. The combination was unsettling.
“K. Well. Sorry again.” Before she could make herself feel even more awkward, Jazlyn sucked in a deep breath and brushed past the man, though what she wanted to do was press him back against the building wall and wrap her legs around his waist while devouring his lips with her own. Heat suffused her skin as the image crowded her consciousness.
What was wrong with her? He was a stranger. A gorgeous one, yes, but she’d met many good-looking men in her life. Well, no matter. She’d never see him again.
She made her way straight home instead of heading to the office first—she was too shaken, and she could work from home. As the stranger had bade her, she was more cognizant of her surroundings than she had been. She couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was following her—or at the very least watching her.
No, she couldn’t shake that sensation, but as she reached the lobby door of her apartment building and slid gratefully inside, she realized that since she had run into stranger number two, she hadn’t been scared at all.
Chapter Two
Zachariah Novak wrapped himself in the shadows that dusted the corners of Jazlyn Adams’ small apartment. She was nervous—not only could he smell the light champagne scent that the nerves added to her blood but he had also watched her as she had sagged against her door once she’d thrown the deadbolt.
She would discover his presence soon enough, and it would frighten her. He was sorry for that, but he could not have this conversation with her anywhere else except, perhaps, his own home. The council was evil and had ears in unexpected places.
He waited while she paced a bit, raking her fingers through her tousled, long chestnut hair. He studied her intently as she made a sandwich of stale bread and what appeared to be some kind of pig meat, noting that she picked at the sandwich but didn’t actually ingest much.
When she finally threw her makeshift meal in the trash and stretched her arms above her head, Zachariah had to struggle to hold back a moan. She was a petite woman, yet he could see strength in the graceful curve of her back. The movement caused her small breasts to press against the thin cotton of her T-shirt, and he wanted to envelop them with his hands.
He could just imagine her in his playroom, restrained against the wall, her breasts naked, the soft creamy skin flushed from his attentions. He felt his cock begin to rise at the very thought.
With her toffee-colored, almond-shaped eyes, her silky hair and her lithe little body, not to mention the golden cream of her skin and that unexpected little scattering of freckles across her nose, Jazlyn Adams was a very attractive woman. He wanted her, had wanted her since the first time he’d set eyes on her—there was no denying