“It is only fair,” Lia exclaimed from her spot outside the carriage.
From inside, Pennice gave her a weak smile. “I can’t do this.”
Her hands went to her hips. The Trevanion apothecary was giving her some herbs to help with the pain in her leg. And so far it was doing wonders. “Of course you can,” she told him, sticking out her hand. “And you will.”
He ignored it, but climbed out of the carriage anyway. “You’re far too cocky,” he said, looking pale and nervous. “I knew putting you and the Master together was going to be trouble.”
Lia warmed at the mention of her mate. He’d been gone only a few hours, and she already missed him desperately. “Then why did you?”
“To piss off his mother?” Pennice suggested.
Lia started walking up the cobblestone steps. “Try again.”
“All right, that’s not it, but you should watch your back, dear. Lady Kayna can be vicious when she doesn’t get her way. And in this, in you, she most assuredly did not.”
Lia felt no fear. She was a Blade, after all. “When Cas gets back he’s escorting her to London. For good. If she puts up a fuss, I have his back.” She grinned. “Now, why did you put us together?”
They had reached the door of the cottage. The cottage that had once welcomed Cas’s many lovers, but would now grant Pennice privacy and a fresh beginning.
If he would only take it.
The male stopped on the stoop and exhaled heavily. His eyes locked with hers and a sweet smile touched his mouth. “It was destined.”
Yes. She felt that too. Lia reached out and took his hand. “Well so is this.”
Pennice shook his head. “I don’t know—”
“You deserve to find happiness. Cas and I are partners in this mission.” She shrugged. “Let us perform a little magic for you.”
Those words were the Watchman’s undoing. After a moment, he released a breath and nodded.
For the second time in two days, Lia opened a door to a grand and wondrous surprise. She led Pennice inside, and into the living area.
“Pennice, Watchman of Trevanion,” she said, gesturing toward the leather couch. “Let me introduce you. This is Raphael, George and Bram. They look forward to getting to know you.”
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RECKLESS: HOUSE OF FURIA ~ by Alexandra Ivy
Masters of Seduction (Book 8)
Tiege never expected to become Master of Furia, not until his brother's mate was kidnapped and brutally killed. With his House in mourning, Tiege has no choice but to lead, although that doesn't halt his hedonistic lifestyle. Sloane is a former Nephilim Blade who is dedicated to duty. She has nothing in common with the reckless Incubus--except a dangerous passion. But it's that passion they must draw upon in order to raise the spirit of a long-dead Succubus whose stunning revelations could topple the Obsidian Throne forever…
CHAPTER ONE
Jian, Master of the House Xanthe, and his captain of Watchmen, Taka, stood in the private lounge of the Hong Kong airport. This quiet oasis was thankfully shut off from the thousands of anxious travelers who rushed from one gate to another in an effort to be shoved onto a waiting plane.
In here, there were no screaming children or angry passengers demanding constant attention.
Instead there was quiet music piped through the speakers, and beautiful women who offered chilled beverages as the handful of males waited for their private flights. Overhead, the ceiling was constructed to mimic the undulating, shimmering waves of the ocean that was visible through the glass wall, and the plush seats were built for comfort.
Not that Jian was interested in their surroundings. Or the female gazes that lingered on his lean face that was framed by long, blue-black hair and eyes that were faintly tilted and glowed like melted gold. He barely noticed the slender fingers that slid over his black Gucci suit in silent invitation.
He was an Incubus. A sex demon. Just standing in the room was enough to make the females tremble with need.
At the moment, his entire focus was on his companion. Unlike him, Taka was wearing his usual leather pants and black T-shirt. He was a large male with bluntly carved features, and his head was smoothly shaven. Currently his massive arms were folded over his chest, blatantly revealing the tattoo that marked him as a warrior for Xanthe House.
“You have the coordinates?” he demanded.
Taka nodded. Although it’d been less than an hour since the Masters of the Incubi Houses had gathered in their secret location, they’d already formulated a dozen different plans to bring down Marakel, the current Sovereign who sat on the Obsidian Throne.