Dark Intentions [ON HOLD UNTIL SUMMER]

Chapter 2

“About time, Kirum, are you done then?”

Sin made her way to the small loveseat, across the room from where Xander stood leaning against the small wall that was meant to divide the living room from the kitchen. But in her mind it wasn’t far enough. The urge to kill him still had her adrenaline pumping. Though some part of her tried to reason that if she did, she would regret eliminating her last connection to the present world.

It wasn’t a very loud part of her...

With an undignified grunt, she sprawled across the plush leather and kicked her boots off before settling on her back with her legs draped over the arm of it. She was tired. Tired of Xander, tired of demons, tired of killing whoever he pointed her towards without questioning why. Her muscles and mind were weary as she turned to face her master and savior, though she’d never give him the respect to call him either to his face. She’d rather carve a chunk from his hide.

“What’s the next job?” ready to get on with it she ran her fingers through the tangled mess of mahogany curls, trying to soothe the tension that lingered behind her eyes. She watched him as he smiled down at her then moved to sit across from her on the recliner. He looked more the part of a predator than the prey, and Sin wondered what that made her.

“The elder council is meeting in New Orleans in less than a week’s time, it’s the first time a certain…gentleman, will be out in the open in over a century. I  didn’t want to miss the opportunity to rid myself of another annoyance.” He was the picture of calm, talking about sending her after another man’s life like he was commenting that she’d let her hair grow out again. A subject she knew was bound to come up sooner or later. Xander hated when her hair was long.

Then his words struck her. Elder council.

“You can’t be serious! You want me to kill one of the elders?” Her face flushed in a rage as she sat up and did her best not to snarl.

The elder council was the only time all of the elder Seraphim were in one place, and the location was supposed to be guarded. How Xander knew where they would be, that was beyond her, how he thought she would be able to get into the meeting meant he truly had gone off the proverbial deep end. Not to mention killing an elder, it would bring the war tumbling down all around them. 

Xander looked exasperated as he sighed and raised his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose between his thumb and finger. Not that he had the rights to be the one playing the stressed card, all he did was sit in his plush little chair and order her around all day. She was the one he wanted to send into the angels’ den. She would also be the one who died if they caught her with Seraph blood on her hands.

“Relax, Sin.” He took the time to watch her carefully, probably measuring how long he head till she leapt from her seat and went for his throat. He might be as true to the term asshole as possible, but he was definitely not stupid. “It’s not an elder I want dead. His name is Ezekiel, and he will just happen to be at the council. If I wanted one of those pompous deficits dead, I’d give you more than a week’s warning to prepare for the job. Despite your saucy back talking, I rather enjoy your company.”

Sin didn’t miss the coy smirk or the way his eyes trailed over her. His perusal reminded her there was still demon blood covering her skin and clothes. I need a bath. For now though, it just wasn’t meant to be. There was no way in hell she would take a single layer of clothing off around Xander, the man needed no goading. She knew just as well as he did that there was lust between them, she just happened to vent her own through plotting ways to kill him in his sleep.

I’d rather die than give my body to another man.

Forcing the thoughts out of her head for what felt like the hundredth time, she wiped her hands over her black jeans and stood fluidly. “Fine, I’ll go. When does my plane leave?”

“Tomorrow morning, be there at six.”

She nodded and left, hurrying to the door she knew would lead her out of his townhouse and into the city’s streets. His home was just five blocks away from her flat—something she questioned him on often. He used to live outside of New York’s cluttered city; that is until she decided not to live at his country home anymore. She had needed space away from the tempting immortal and his army of gifted mortals and indebted immortalia. But Xander was nothing if not pretentious, he followed her to the city claiming she was still recovering from her imprisonment and needed to comfort.