His smile vanished. “No. Definitely not. Not at all. And, if any immortal should ask you that, please tell them I’m not.”
Okay. That was just bizarre. Had some immortal actually accused him of playing matchmaker?
Seth drew out a pocket watch, consulted it, and put it away again. “Tracy, you’re welcome to continue spending the day at David’s. Lisette, if you wish to continue sleeping at home without her, you need to check in with her frequently to assure her you’re safe. I don’t want to take any chances of your falling into the hands of the new vampire army with Tracy being none the wiser because you’re spending less time together. She’s your Second. Make sure you keep her informed of your every move so she’ll know if you go missing.”
Lisette nodded. “I will.”
“Excellent.” He touched their shoulders and returned them to David’s place. “Safe hunting.”
“You too,” Lisette said.
He crossed to David’s side. Lisette heard him mention something about Peru. Then he vanished.
“You want me to stay the day here again?” Tracy asked.
Hell no. Not after the embarrassment Tracy had just suffered. The jokes that would follow would be numerous and frequent.
But Lisette needed the house to herself. “If you really don’t mind.”
“Nah. Any bullshit they can dish out, I can take.” Tracy was tough. “Is it okay if I go by the house and pick up a few things?”
“Sure.”
“I’ll head over there in a few then.”
Lisette gave her a big hug. I owe you one.
Tracy smiled. No, you don’t. She was a good friend.
Lisette called good night to the room in general and left through the front door.
Thankfully, no one followed.
When she reached her Busa, she studied the front of the house carefully to ensure no one peered out of any of the windows.#p#分页标题#e#
Nothing and no one. Good.
She cast a glance up at the roof and, damn it, there he was!
Perched in his usual spot on the roof, Zach tossed her a jaunty wave. Moonlight glinted on his beautiful wings (now healed) and silky hair.
Lisette clamped her lips shut and glared up at him as fury rushed through her. Pointing a stiff index finger at him, she then jerked a thumb over her shoulder, telling him without words to get the hell out of there and follow her.
A grin split his face.
Unbelievable.
Rising, he offered her a courtly bow and leapt into the sky.
It took considerable effort not to grumble under her breath as she retrieved her helmet, slammed it down over her head, and straddled the bike. As soon as the engine purred to life, she raced down the drive.
A full moon graced the night sky above her, unhindered by the sparse, wispy clouds that meandered across it.
Passing through the security gate at the end of the drive, she turned onto the main, two-lane road. Lisette burned up the pavement, a thousand thoughts and curses flooding her mind as the wind tugged at her coat.
A shadow passed over her, cast by the bright moon. Zach’s shadow, wings spread, danced on the pavement, zigzagging across her path, almost playful in its antics.
Ten miles flashed past. Then ten more.
That should do it.
Having placed sufficient distance between them and David’s place to ensure no immortal would overhear them and reduce the possibility of running into an immortal on his way out to hunt, Lisette turned onto a narrow dirt road, followed it several yards into the trees, and killed the engine.
Chapter Seven
Zach landed on the parched ground several feet away from Lisette and drew his wings in close to his back. He smiled as she removed her helmet and coat and stashed them on the bike.
Her movements, usually graceful, were now stiff with what he came to discern as anger as she turned to face him. “Are you out of your mind?” she came close to shouting.
“No,” he answered. “Why do you ask?”
She growled—actually growled—with fury and stomped toward him. “What the hell were you thinking?”
Zach’s heart began to beat faster.
Her alabaster skin seemed to glow in the moonlight. Luminous amber eclipsed her brown eyes. Color flushed her cheeks. The full breasts beneath her tight T-shirt rose and fell with swift, angry breaths.
Absolutely stunning.
“What’s the subject here?” he murmured.
“Why did you follow me to David’s?” she demanded, stopping only a couple of feet away. “You keep telling me Seth has it in for you, and then you show up at a meeting you know he will attend? What the hell?”
She smelled good, too, he thought as he surreptitiously drew in her scent. “Technically, I didn’t show up at the meeting. I eavesdropped upon it.”
She waved a dismissive hand. “Don’t bullshit me, Zach. Are you, or are you not on Seth’s shit list?”