tried talking to her. Even apologized, but she told me to move on,” Ben replied, looking even more depressed than when he’d entered the bar.
“Wow. Alaska’s a long way from Maine. You ever been to this cabin?”
“Actually once. Ashley and I spent a couple of weeks there when we were dating.” He turned and put his focus on Devon. “Why?”
Devon shrugged. “I’d say give her a little time then show up on her doorstep. Sweep the girl off her feet and get her back.”
“I dunno.”
“You want her, right?”
“Well, yeah. Ashley’s special.”
Devon entered Ben’s mind, probing for information. Images of a young blonde with breathtaking green eyes dazzled him. However, it wasn’t the color of those eyes that grabbed him and held on. It was what they saw. The girl was a seer of death, which meant she was also most likely marked as an angel’s mate. He hid his grin. “Then you need to make her see things your way. I’m sure you can think of a way to accomplish that,” he added for good measure. Devon already had what he needed, which was the location of where the girl was headed.
Ben finished his beer and rose from his stool. “You’re right. It was nice to meet you, Devon, and thanks for the pep talk.” He shook Devon’s hand.
“Anytime. I’m happy to help.” He watched Ben stroll toward the door and exit. Cyrus slipped in next to him.
“What’s up with the human, boss?”
This time Devon let a grin curl his lips. “You’ve heard about the prize at the bottom of the Crackerjack box? Well he just led me to mine.”
Cyrus scratched his head. “So what’s the prize?”
“A death seer. She’s going to bring me the knowledge on how to take down my enemies,” he replied.
“That’s a mighty fine piece of information to own, boss.”
“Yes it is, and on top of that she’s marked as a mate.”
Cyrus’ eyes widened. “You’re not thinking of mating her, are you? I thought that was a taboo subject for you.”
He was right. Devon never had use for a mate and much preferred to keep his fucking to one-night stands. “I’ll consider it if I feel mating her will provide me with something useful. Otherwise, I’ll simply use her ability to my advantage.” He’d like to say he’d have her in his bed, but there was no way in hell he would take a chance of bonding with her. “By the way, Cyrus. Kill the human. I don’t want him getting in my way.”
3
E li teleported back to his cabin—a quaint shack tucked into the thick forests of northern Minnesota. He was so far back into the boundary waters that the only way for humankind to get there was by boat or, with all the snow that had fallen already, snowshoes. He liked the seclusion and was better at being a loner. Never one for the social life, he tended to stay away from his unearthly loft, choosing instead to live in the solitude of nature. At least he understood the drive to live by instinct like the wildlife. Humanity was another thing altogether. He’d lost count of the number of times he’d thank the heavens he wasn’t a guardian angel. That role was reserved for the mated females who were far better suited for it. He had no patience for stupidity and bad decisions.
He pulled off his boots and unbuttoned his jeans, ready to head for a shower when Eva popped in. He raised a brow.
“You almost got an eye full. Maybe you should learn to use the front door and knock.”
She shrugged. “I’ve seen your bare ass before, but I’m not here to discuss your body parts. The Seven want you.”
He crossed his arms and snorted. “You their messenger now? Why don’t they tell me themselves?” He was in no rush to get his ass chewed for what he’d done to Logan. They’d wanted him brought back alive, and he’d failed. “They can wait.”
Eva sighed. “What’s happened to you, Eli? What happened to my friend who used to know how to have a good time? You’ve become so bitter. Have you considered mating?”
He buttoned