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If only she knew how close she came to the truth with that flippant comment…
“I’m not part of the security team,” he told her. “I own the place.”
“The bigshot himself, huh?” The human paled just enough to be noticeable, though the slight smirk never left her face. “One of the Angels of Sin City, I take it?”
“Samael,” he agreed. For some reason, his true name just slipped out—and who was he kidding? He knew exactly why he wanted her to have his name. “At your service.”
“Shit. Guess I’ve been very bad if they’re throwing me at one of the angel princes. I’m human and even I know that can’t be a good thing.”
So she knew about him? Did she know which one he was? He was well aware that each of his brothers had a reputation, and he hated his.
He was Death, and she was undeniably his soulmate.
With a nod, he pulled in his celestial aura, locking it down the same way he usually did his wings. She might be human, but she was already eyeing him with a scrutinizing look that seemed a lot more genuine than her carefree smirk.
“My floor manager told me you were suspected of counting cards.”
She shrugged. “If he could have proved it, it wouldn’t have taken that vampire nearly breaking my wrist to be dragged in here.”
Sam’s gaze immediately landed on her hand. A bruise circled her pale wrist, a nasty purple. It would’ve been a warning from her target, but that still had Sam’s eyes darkening. For marking his soulmate, the vampire would be lucky if Sam didn’t take his darker side out on him.
“What’s your name?” he asked in a bid to keep the conversation going while covering up his sudden anger.
And, okay, because he wanted to know everything about her.
“Polly.”
Polly. To his surprise, she actually gave him her true name, too.
“Well, Polly, that’s still better than what he wants to do to you.”
She paled a little further. “He said he wants to drain me, but I’m thinking murder’s a pretty high price for a wallet, yeah? The cops won’t like that.”
“This is a faction casino in a faction hotel,” Sam pointed out. “Our laws are different.”
“Not really. I know that the biggest one you have is that humans aren’t to be harmed by the factions. You wouldn’t want your open secret to get out, would you, Ace?”
He wouldn’t. None of the factions would. That’s why he was bluffing—but, it turned out, he was holding a bad hand.
“Ace?” he said instead.
“Yeah. I don’t know. This is a casino. You’ve got those black eyes. Something about you just screams ‘ace of spades’. So I’m going to call you ‘Ace’.”
Ace of spades, he thought. The death card. How fitting she would choose that as a nickname for him.
“You can call me ‘Sam’.”
“Or ‘handsome’. That one works, too.”
Sam resisted the urge to blush. It was tough, but somewhere during this conversation he had lost complete control of it. And, unless he was imagining it, this Polly was actually flirting with him.
Wasn’t that a first? No one ever flirted with Death.
Clearing his throat, he brought the topic back to why exactly she was currently in his security room. “So, tell me, what is a human thief doing in my casino, targeting my customers? At least in any of the human casinos, you only have to worry about jail, not a death sentence if you pick the wrong pocket.”
“It was just for practice. A challenge, really.”
Sam raised his eyebrows. “Practice? Challenge?”
