Archangel's Shadows
“Dressed in those sleek black jeans paired with red ankle boots that had a spiked heel, her long-sleeved black shirt tucked into her jeans and opened at the throat just enough to hint at skin, she looked sexy and dangerous and his.
The dangles at her ears were a cascade of hoops created with tiny beads of orange and yellow and red, the belt around her hips having a simple square buckle of gleaming silver. And her hair, that glorious hair, it was a waterfall down her back. He wanted to wrap his hand in it, arch her throat, sink his fangs into her.
Mark her.
“We should head out,” she said, eating a forkful of the chocolate fudge cake on her plate.
Janvier put his possessive hunger in a stranglehold and stole a fingerlick of frosting. “Any more news from the computer teams?”
“No. They’ve struck out in terms of identifying her either through the tat or through missing persons reports.”
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