“We’re under attack.” He was on his feet now. “Where are your clothes?”
“In the bathroom.” She rolled on to her feet, steadied herself with a hand on the bed as another shock hit them. “Who’s attacking?”
She tried to get her brain into action. She wasn’t thinking straight. They were in the middle of the city. On the top floor of an office-tower block. Who the hell could be attacking them up here? Could it be some sort of terrorist threat?
It had to be related to what had gone on at MI13 earlier.
But who had this sort of power? Who would dare attack in the middle of the city?
Ash had disappeared into the bathroom. Now he reappeared with her clothes gripped in his hand. He tossed them toward her; she was back in her bloodstained shirt after all.
“Come on, babe, get a grip. You owe me two orgasms now. And I want those fucking orgasms. We need to get out of here.”
She gave a quick nod as another flare lit up the room. Quickly she pulled on her clothes. Ash was still fully dressed. He was right; she owed him an orgasm…or two. Next time, he came first.
If there was a next time.
Light flashed, illuminating the room. White light, tinged with blue and the very air crackled.
She followed Ash out of the bedroom and into the main room as the front door of the apartment was flung open from outside. Ryan stood in the entrance.
“The place is under attack from fucking angels,” he said, running his hand through his already messy hair. “If I could ever have foreseen anything in my life, this would have been the last fucking thing ever.” He glanced between the two of them, his eyes narrowing. “Did I interrupt anything?” When neither of them answered, he spoke again. “I came to get Faith. I didn’t know you were here—we thought you’d gone back…home.”
Faith was still trying to make sense of his words. Angels? They were under attack from angels. She must have heard him wrong. Though they were definitely under attack from something; the building was shaking again. All the same, she was going to discount the angel thing. She was dazed from Ash’s amazing…she must stop thinking about it and concentrate.
Yeah, she’d heard wrong. Vampires were one thing, but angels? Nah.
“Christian was looking for you,” Ryan continued to Ash. “You weren’t answering your cell.”
“I was busy.”
They both turned to stare at Faith. She drew herself up tall and hoped she didn’t look as though she’d just had Ash’s head between her legs, his tongue…
Stop thinking about it!
“Are we going?”
“Yeah,” Ash said. “Let’s get the fuck out of here.” He held out a hand to her. She stared at it for a second; she would never have taken him for the hand-holding type. Then she slid her palm into his and his strength flowed through her.
“Christian says can you open a portal,” Ryan said. “We need to get Tara away. She lost your talisman. They took it from her.”
“Shit,” Ash said. “I can’t open a portal inside the building, the place is warded.”
A portal? A portal where? A talisman? Faith was so lost, she decided not to think anymore.
“Out on the street?” Ryan asked.
“Too many people. It will have to be the roof.”
“Not sure that’s a good place to be right now.” Ryan shrugged and pulled his cell out of his pants pocket. “Christian, I’ve found Ash. He says the roof.” He put the phone away. “They’ll meet us up there—you get that portal open.”
“A portal. A portal to where?”
Ash gave her a rueful smile. “Straight to hell, darling.”
He was speaking rhetorically…wasn’t he?
He squeezed her hand. “Well, honey, you said you wanted to know about me and you’re about to have a crash course.”
“A crash course in what?”
“Let’s just say, I don’t think I’m going to be collecting on those orgasms anytime soon.”
That didn’t sound good. She glanced away from him to find Ryan staring at her, eyebrows raised.
“Piss off,” she muttered.
“I suggest we all piss off. Before this place disintegrates around us.”
“They won’t do that,” Ash said. “These are warning shots.”
She turned to him, eyes narrowed. “Yeah, because you know all about angels, don’t you, Ash?”
Maybe he was an angel. That’s why he knew about them. She tried to cling to the idea as they hurried after Ryan, but somehow it wouldn’t stick. He just didn’t seem particularly angelic. Maybe he’d worked for them, like he now worked for the vampires. But again, she couldn’t quite convince herself.
He still had her by the hand and was pulling her along. They didn’t use the elevator but headed into the stairwell. As they were in the penthouse there was only one flight of stairs and then a metal door that led onto the roof.