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“Nothing ventured, nothing gained,” he said. “Don’t forget to pay the bartender on the way out.”
I did, then headed back to the hotel, where I promptly undressed, crawled into bed, and went to sleep.
The awareness of being watched woke me sometime later. For several minutes I didn’t stir, letting my body wake and my senses capture the warmth of that sensation. It flowed through me like a river, teasingly sensuous.
But before I could fully react to it, it disappeared. Azriel knew I was awake.
Frustration swirled, deeper and stronger than before, but again, I squashed it and simply said, “Did you catch all that info at the bar?”
“Yes.”
His voice was as distant as ever. I sighed. “Thoughts?”
“The information will only prove worthwhile once we pin down the face-shifter inhabiting Nadler’s life. Until then, it does not help.”
“Well, no, but at least it’s more than what we had.”
“True.”
“Have you visited Jak yet?”
“No. He is not home yet.”
I twisted around to look at him. He was standing over near the window again—a favorite spot, it seemed—and despite what I’d sensed when waking, his back was to me. For once, Valdis was as quiet as her master.
“How do you know he’s not home?”
“Because I checked five minutes ago.”
“Oh.” I studied him a few moments longer, then sighed again and climbed out of the bed. He didn’t look at me, though the awareness in the air seemed to sharpen. “I guess I’d better go get ready.”
He didn’t answer, but there was no need to, either. By the time I’d showered, changed my hair color to auburn, and tweaked my facial features enough so that anyone who knew me wouldn’t recognize me, then got dressed and done my makeup—which included body makeup to hide some of the bruises—he’d left.
I grabbed my purse and ticket and went downstairs to catch a taxi. The Central Pier function center, situated behind Etihad Stadium, was little more than a gigantic shed. A long line of taxis and limos waited in front of it, each taking its turn in dropping off passengers dressed to the nines and dripping in jewelry. A thief would have a field day, I thought, though it would be a bold thief who operated where several high-ranking members of the police force were present.
I climbed out of the taxi when it was my turn. The heated evening breeze whisked around me, playing with my dress and revealing teasing glimpses of my legs. The dress was demure by my standards—and positively nunlike compared to Aunt Riley’s—but the bruises that littered my left side and back had forced more of a cover-up than normal. Not even body makeup was adequate to hide some of them. My right leg was the one place that wasn’t rainbow-colored, and the long split up the side of the shimmery dark green dress made the most of that.
I made it inside without a problem and was escorted to my table. Azriel had already arrived and, for the first time, he was fully dressed. But the dark suit emphasized rather than downplayed his lean, muscular body, and he looked fantastic.
“Thank you,” he said, rising as I approached the table.
Heat colored my cheeks and I had no idea why. It wasn’t like he hadn’t caught errant thoughts before—and generally far worse than that. “Why bother with the pretense, though?”
“Because I am actively projecting Jak’s image to all in this room. Wearing his suit lessens the depth of detail I have to transmit, and makes it easier to maintain over a longer period.”
He pulled out the chair for me, his fingers brushing my spine as I sat, just as Jak’s would have. A tremor ran through me. This was dangerous. Possibly more so than if it had been the real Jak.
I placed my purse on the table, then picked up the water jug and poured a drink. Wine was not a good idea. I might not get drunk on the stuff, thanks to my werewolf constitution, but enough of it could certainly dull common sense, if only for the briefest time. Right now, with Azriel looking so good, I needed all the good sense I could get.
“Have you seen Frank Logan yet?” I hadn’t seen our lawyer on the way in, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t here.
“Not as yet. But I walked around when I first arrived. He’s been placed two tables across to your left, next to the man wearing the odd toupee.”
I looked around and restrained a laugh. The hairpiece in question sat on the gentleman’s head like a scraggly gray cat ready to pounce on the next unfortunate person to pass by.
“That cannot possibly be the height of fashion,” Azriel continued blandly.
I turned back and met his gaze. Just for a moment, humor and warmth teased his lips and crinkled the corners of his mismatched blue eyes, and my breath caught somewhere in my throat.
