Hatshepsut's Collar (The Artifact Hunters #2) (47 page)

Jacob stood in full on, eye popping, crystal clear 3D.

The smile dominated his rugged face.

He knows.

Oh shit, he knows!

“Guess you were too distracted Friday night to notice.”

Her mind whirred with the implications. Friday, finding Ariel took precedent in her preoccupied brain. When Jacob pressed against her, he was so close, and so mind shatteringly good, she only saw stars exploding in her head.

Alarm bells went nuts in her head. He oozed trouble, from the biker looking rock hard body she wanted to use as a chew toy, to the club she suspected of illicit dealings. Even more dangerous, he knew about her. She needed space to process everything.

“I don’t know
what
you are, but stay away from me.”

He leaned in close, drawing her scent into his body, since he couldn’t touch her without running the risk of pinning her to the wall again. Jasmine on wild nights and cool rain on hot tarmac hit his senses and sent a bolt straight through his gut.

“Not gonna happen, baby. You’re struggling to tread water with Matthews, and I’m your lifeline,” he whispered in her ear. “Also, I’m the itch you’ll be wanting to scratch. Repeatedly.” He growled and saw the shiver run down her spine. “You know where to find me, when you’re ready to talk.”

She narrowed those piercing blue eyes, questions shooting so hard in her brain, he could see the smoke coming out her ears. Her lush lips parted, but no sound came out. Changing her mind, she turned and walked away. Her briefcase swung from one hand, the other touched the base of her spine.

Jacob watched the seductive sway of her hips and the brief hand swipe. He chuckled. So, the Cosaint already bruised her skin, waiting below the surface. The more contact between them, the more distinct the mark would appear.

She could walk away, but his Natural wouldn’t escape.

Instinct told him Jema Johnson would give him a wild ride, worth a thousand years of waiting. He would show her, how together, they would deal with Matthews and his poison killing their city.

An ancient war had decimated their numbers, but the time had come for the gargoyles to take out the trash.

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