Delilah Devlin - My Immortal Knight 04 by Relentless Read Free Book Online Page B

During the short taxi ride here,
she’d entertained any number of scenarios, all of which ended horribly. Her
staring down the shaft of an arrow buried deep in her chest… Her hand reaching
out to him as she disintegrated into a grimy dust heap…
    Okay, so she was getting melodramatic. She’d fucked up. Time to face
the truth. She simply wasn’t cut out for this cloak and dagger stuff. This
latest episode in a long string of disasters should have told her that.
    Worse, her first solo assignment outside Seattle and she’d botched the
mission in less than 24 hours.
    “Do you think she’ll have a sleeve left if we leave her to stew much
longer?”
    Pia started at the feminine voice coming from the doorway of the den
where she’d been cooling her heels for the past half hour.
    A woman with golden hair that hung past her generous bosom grinned and
sauntered into the room.
    The man following her inside was Dylan O’Hara. And wherever Dylan was,
Quentin was sure to follow. “Well, well,” Dylan said, following the woman
inside. “Won’t Quentin be surprised?”
    Rats! He’d recognized her. She needed to get out quick.
    Emmy swung back to Dylan, her eyes narrowing. “You know her?”
    Dylan flinched, appearing ill at ease beneath the woman’s displeasure.
    Pia had never seen the vamp anything but cool. Interesting.
    “Well, I know her, but I don’t know her, love,” he said, his
hand curving around the woman’s fleshy hip.
    “Good, then I don’t have to tear out her hair.” She turned back to Pia
and gave her a blinding smile. “I’m Emmy O’Hara. Seems you two are already
acquainted.” She stared at Pia expectantly.
    Pia straightened and offered her hand. The last thing she should expect
was a polite introduction from Dylan. “I’m Pia D’Amato. From Seattle.”
    “How was the weather when you left?”
    Pia shrugged. “Wet.”
    Emmy wrinkled her nose. “I don’t miss that one bit. So, you’re one of
us? I can’t tell just by looking. Dylan can, but he’s older than Methuselah.”
    Dylan’s eyes narrowed, but a hint of a smile curved the corners of his
lips. “You’re Navarro’s solution to our little problem?”
    “Some solution…” Pia muttered, then blushed when she realized she’d
said it out loud. “He sent me.”
    “She’s here to help with the werewolves?” Emmy asked, her eyes
widening. “That was really quick.”
    “No love,” he said. “Another little problem. One not worth mentioning.”
    Pia took the hint. The subject of Max’s “conversion” was not for Emmy’s
ears.
    “I can’t wait until Quentin arrives,” Dylan said.
    Pia’s face flamed brighter. “Actually, I just stopped in to tell you
I’m heading back home tonight.”
    “So soon?” Emmy looked genuinely dismayed. “But you just got here! I
know Lily would love to meet you. She hasn’t had any female vamps other than
myself to interview.”
    “Lily?”
    “Yeah, Joe’s wife. She’s been with us for several months now. She’s
working on a book. The Definitive Guide to Vampirism. ”
    Dylan cleared his throat. “She’ll likely be too ill to see our friend,
seeing as Pia’s leaving so soon.”
    Emmy bit her lip. “Oh right. I forgot.”
    “Anyway,” Pia said, hoping to take control of the situation, give her
debrief, and hit the road before Quentin burst through the door. “I’m packed
and on my way to the airport.”
    “Like I said before, leaving so soon?” Dylan asked. “Did you already
take care of that little bit of business for us?”
    Pia stared at her ragged fringe. “Um…actually, no.”
    “But you’ve met him?”
    Pia nodded, but still couldn’t meet his gaze.
    “Met who?” A dark-haired man strode into the room. By his Latin
features, Pia assumed he was the newest vamp, Joe Garcia.
    “Max,” Dylan said.
    “Is she the solution?” Joe’s dubious glance swept her from head
to foot.
    “We have a problem other than the werewolves that requires a solution?”
Emmy