Layla closed her eyes as he skimmed his mouth up her neck and tugged on her ear with his teeth. Happy tingles spread from the contact, and she didn’t think he’d even put magic into it. This was not the way to get work done.
“I’d better go hunt down another phone,” she said.
“This late at night?”
“It’s morning in Japan.”
“Ah.”
She turned in his arms. Looked up into his fae black eyes. “Unless you can reach in and grab it for me?”
Khan’s magery was expanding fast, probably faster than she knew, which worried her a bit. She’d seen him make a spider bend its legs in death, and then snap, reanimate again.
“And why would I want to get that thing?” His hand slipped underneath her shirt.
“I’ll plan tomorrow’s date,” she offered. The dates were her idea—a way to get him used to this world and a way for them to get to know each other in a normal setting. The bowling had been particularly hilarious, especially when that little kid suggested Khan play with bumpers. They could never, ever, go back there, which was a pity because there wasn’t much to do in a thirty-mile radius. She’d have to come up with something good.
“That won’t be necessary.” The room darkened. Shadow rippled sensuously through the space. “I’ve got a better idea.”
“There’s a wraith problem in Japan,” Layla pointed out, though she liked the direction of Khan’s thoughts. Was trying very hard not to give in.
“The phone is lost, Layla,” he said. “I have no idea how far I’d have to reach to clasp my hand around it, and even if I could, I doubt it would work properly. I suggest a trip instead. Present the wraith problem in person.”
Wouldn’t that be nice. The likelihood of getting an inperson appointment, however, was slim to none, even with Segue’s connections. She’d once had suspicions about Segue and its questionable “paranormal” work. She wasn’t shocked to find others shared them.
“I don’t want to lose time.” And if someone was finally willing to listen to her, she didn’t want to lose the opportunity either.
“I meant now.”
Layla drew back, but somehow she wasn’t surprised. “You can pass through Shadow?”
Passing had been his obsession since the day they’d destroyed the gate. He’d sworn that he would never again be trapped on one side of the veil, she on the other. He’d had enough of that, and frankly, so had she.
He smiled, dark and wicked. “Perhaps it’s always been my . . . fate to do so, our destiny to always be together.” Now Layla was surprised. After all they’d been through . . . “You believe in Fate?”
“Only the kind we make ourselves.”