Amaury's Hellion
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“Isn’t that where Zane and Quinn tracked your suspect to?” Samson asked.
“Yes, and it’s also the place Nina’s informant told her to find the man who had his hand in Eddie’s death.”
“You think Luther’s got his hand in this?” He let himself fall back onto the couch.
Amaury nodded. “There’s no reason for him to come back to San Francisco other than to exact his revenge. I’d thought we’d seen the last of him.”
“I guess not. Did Luther see you?”
“We exchanged a few words. But what’s worse is he knows Nina is with me.”
With him? Didn’t that sound just a tad bit possessive? Just because she’d slept with him didn’t mean she was with him. She’d better explain that to him.
Amaury continued, “He’s up to something. I could sense it.”
“Did you read his emotions?” Delilah asked.
What an odd question. How would he read somebody’s emotions? Nina gave Amaury a sideways glance.
“No. For some reason I couldn’t. Maybe he veiled them from me to hide what he’s up to.”
“I thought nobody could veil their emotions from you.” Samson’s stunned look swept over him.
Amaury shrugged his shoulders. “Not sure about that lately.”
What the hell were they talking about? Curiosity got the better of Nina. “What do you mean by reading emotions?”
Samson raised his eyebrows. “I guess Amaury hasn’t told you about his gift yet.”
She caught Amaury giving Samson a look as if to cut him off, but his friend continued, undeterred, “Amaury has a psychic gift and can sense emotions of people around him. It’s come in more than useful many times.”
A psychic gift? Did this mean he knew what she was feeling all the time? Oh no, that sounded terrible. She felt exposed, naked, and vulnerable all of a sudden. Had she known he could read her emotions, she would have never slept with him. He had an unfair advantage. No wonder he was playing her like a string instrument. What else did he know? Could he tell what she truly felt in her heart?
She felt his hand squeeze hers lightly. “Don’t worry. I’ll explain later.”
She yanked her hand out of his grip. What was there to explain? He could see through her like through a glass wall. Now he knew everything about her, her fears, her hopes, and worst of all, how she felt about him—the feeling she hadn’t even admitted to herself. No, this wasn’t good. This wasn’t good at all.
“I’ll get in contact with Gabriel and warn him to look out for Luther. Did Zane not see him in the club if he followed Paul Holland?” Samson voice was calmer now than when he’d first heard about Luther.
“Zane’s never met Luther before. I’ll make sure Gabriel distributes his picture. We should also try to find out if Paul is the guy Nina’s informant pinpointed.”
“Agreed,” Samson said.
“I have an idea,” Nina interjected.
“No.” Amaury’s command came with nary a second’s hesitation.
“You don’t even know what my idea is.”
“The answer is still no. You’ve put yourself in enough danger for one night. That’s all I can handle right now.”
That’s all he could handle?
Nina caught Samson’s grin. “Maybe we should listen to Nina’s suggestion. After all, it’s because of her we were alerted to Luther.”
Amaury’s annoyed grunt filled her with satisfaction. Finally somebody stood up to him. She liked Samson. He seemed to be a pretty levelheaded guy—for a vampire, of course. And his wife was sweet and so tiny sitting right next to him. Whereas the asshole next to her … well, she’d deal with him later. But he sure wouldn’t get away with leaving such important details as his psychic gift out of the conversation.
“I was thinking if we confirmed that he recognizes me, then we know he’s the right guy.”
“Not a good idea. It would be better to find Benny and have him identify the guy.” Amaury’s voice sounded gruff.
“Benny’s skipped town. There’s no telling which hole he’s hiding out in now.”
“Benny?” Samson raised an eyebrow in inquiry.
“My informant.”
“Let’s put one of our guys on him, see whether we can locate him.” Amaury looked at Samson, obviously trying to get his approval.
“Waste of time.” Nina knew it would be useless. “It could take days to track him down. Do you really want to wait that long?” she addressed Samson, ignoring Amaury completely. Right now she was too annoyed to deal with him—which shouldn’t be a surprise to him since he was reading her emotions. Damn, she hated that!
“Yes, and it’s also the place Nina’s informant told her to find the man who had his hand in Eddie’s death.”
“You think Luther’s got his hand in this?” He let himself fall back onto the couch.
Amaury nodded. “There’s no reason for him to come back to San Francisco other than to exact his revenge. I’d thought we’d seen the last of him.”
“I guess not. Did Luther see you?”
“We exchanged a few words. But what’s worse is he knows Nina is with me.”
With him? Didn’t that sound just a tad bit possessive? Just because she’d slept with him didn’t mean she was with him. She’d better explain that to him.
Amaury continued, “He’s up to something. I could sense it.”
“Did you read his emotions?” Delilah asked.
What an odd question. How would he read somebody’s emotions? Nina gave Amaury a sideways glance.
“No. For some reason I couldn’t. Maybe he veiled them from me to hide what he’s up to.”
“I thought nobody could veil their emotions from you.” Samson’s stunned look swept over him.
Amaury shrugged his shoulders. “Not sure about that lately.”
What the hell were they talking about? Curiosity got the better of Nina. “What do you mean by reading emotions?”
Samson raised his eyebrows. “I guess Amaury hasn’t told you about his gift yet.”
She caught Amaury giving Samson a look as if to cut him off, but his friend continued, undeterred, “Amaury has a psychic gift and can sense emotions of people around him. It’s come in more than useful many times.”
A psychic gift? Did this mean he knew what she was feeling all the time? Oh no, that sounded terrible. She felt exposed, naked, and vulnerable all of a sudden. Had she known he could read her emotions, she would have never slept with him. He had an unfair advantage. No wonder he was playing her like a string instrument. What else did he know? Could he tell what she truly felt in her heart?
She felt his hand squeeze hers lightly. “Don’t worry. I’ll explain later.”
She yanked her hand out of his grip. What was there to explain? He could see through her like through a glass wall. Now he knew everything about her, her fears, her hopes, and worst of all, how she felt about him—the feeling she hadn’t even admitted to herself. No, this wasn’t good. This wasn’t good at all.
“I’ll get in contact with Gabriel and warn him to look out for Luther. Did Zane not see him in the club if he followed Paul Holland?” Samson voice was calmer now than when he’d first heard about Luther.
“Zane’s never met Luther before. I’ll make sure Gabriel distributes his picture. We should also try to find out if Paul is the guy Nina’s informant pinpointed.”
“Agreed,” Samson said.
“I have an idea,” Nina interjected.
“No.” Amaury’s command came with nary a second’s hesitation.
“You don’t even know what my idea is.”
“The answer is still no. You’ve put yourself in enough danger for one night. That’s all I can handle right now.”
That’s all he could handle?
Nina caught Samson’s grin. “Maybe we should listen to Nina’s suggestion. After all, it’s because of her we were alerted to Luther.”
Amaury’s annoyed grunt filled her with satisfaction. Finally somebody stood up to him. She liked Samson. He seemed to be a pretty levelheaded guy—for a vampire, of course. And his wife was sweet and so tiny sitting right next to him. Whereas the asshole next to her … well, she’d deal with him later. But he sure wouldn’t get away with leaving such important details as his psychic gift out of the conversation.
“I was thinking if we confirmed that he recognizes me, then we know he’s the right guy.”
“Not a good idea. It would be better to find Benny and have him identify the guy.” Amaury’s voice sounded gruff.
“Benny’s skipped town. There’s no telling which hole he’s hiding out in now.”
“Benny?” Samson raised an eyebrow in inquiry.
“My informant.”
“Let’s put one of our guys on him, see whether we can locate him.” Amaury looked at Samson, obviously trying to get his approval.
“Waste of time.” Nina knew it would be useless. “It could take days to track him down. Do you really want to wait that long?” she addressed Samson, ignoring Amaury completely. Right now she was too annoyed to deal with him—which shouldn’t be a surprise to him since he was reading her emotions. Damn, she hated that!
