“You can’t even compare the two. They’re not even in the same ballpark. I care about Alec. You—”
“And that makes you better than me?” he challenged, cutting her off. “I’m an asshole for blowing off steam with someone who doesn’t give a shit about what I do, but you’re on the high road for using a guy who cares about you?”
“I wasn’t using him!”
“Bullshit.” Reed scrubbed a hand over his face. “This is all jealous bullshit.”
Snorting, she said, “Jealous? You flatter yourself.”
But her mind filled with images of him with the blonde—some were memories and some were made up in her head. She was torturing herself by imagining him doing things he hadn’t done. He couldn’t appreciate her possessiveness because it was driving her crazy. Some women could live with sharing. Eve wasn’t one of them. Remorse slithered inside him, then fury.
His arm shot out and caught her nape, yanking her closer. With his nose touching hers, he whispered, “Your jealousy has got nothing on mine. I feel it every time you come. Every time. Think about that for a minute.”
Reed licked across her lips, then released her. “So maybe I’ll want you to wash my car in a bikini,” he bit out, “or cook me dinner. Maybe I’ll want you to answer my phone for a week or wear a particular outfit. Or maybe I’ll want to fuck you senseless. I’m not sure. But whatever it is, you have to do it willingly.”
Her shoulders went back. “You’re a pig.”
He grinned wolfishly. “You love it. And Cain just kicked you to the curb so you have no obligation there.”
“He did not!”
“Okay, if he didn’t—nothing sexual. If he did, all bets are off.” His confidence rattled her further, he could tell. But he knew a Dear John speech when he heard one and he had no problem using it to get back in her pants.
“You’re asking for a hell of a lot for a quick look around an abandoned town,” she complained.
He stepped one foot into the street as if to cross over. “Take it or leave it.”
“If I leave it and go anyway?”
“Try it. I dare you.”
A wicked light lit up her brown eyes. “Fine. But I want more.”
“Babe,” he drawled, “you could barely handle what I gave you last time.”
“I need you to track down a European Mark for me.”
“Who?”
“Never mind who. Will you do it?”
Reed held out his hand, “Deal.”
Eve shook on it, then took off without him. “Come on, then.”
He quickly fell into step beside her. “Do you know what you’re looking for?”
“Not really.” She glanced aside at him. “But I’ll know it when I see it.”
He reached out and caught her hand, linking their fingers together. “I want you to tell me what you think about the new Cain.”
Her grip tightened. “I liked the old Cain better.”
“That’s it?”
“I’ve got bigger things on my mind at the moment, Reed.”
He sifted through her thoughts, trying to see if there was more she wasn’t telling him. There wasn’t. So he pressed on, hoping to milk the situation for all it was worth. “You can only be truly in love with one thing, Eve. Cain is so focused on Jehovah he doesn’t have room for you now, and look how much happier he seems to be.”
Reed didn’t tell her that he longed for advancement even more, thirsted for it like a vampire thirsted for blood. What a relief it would be to lose his fascination for her. How much easier his life would be if he weren’t thinking about her all the damn time. But he thought about the ramifications as they related to Cain, not to himself. If Eve was in his head, she would misunderstand his thoughts on the matter.
“That’s a lie,” she said, her gaze trained straight ahead.
“Excuse me?” She couldn’t be that good at reading his mind . . .
“The only-loving-one-thing part. And Alec doesn’t look happy, he looks brainwashed. Lifeless.”
He almost asked her if she’d ever loved two people at once, but he bit back the urge. Damned if he’d get hopeful over something that was temporary by necessity.
“How are you feeling physically?” he asked, noting that she was still sans the sweater jacket she’d discarded earlier. It was probably a balmy day for the locals, but for a Southern California gal it had to be chilly. The air moved briskly around them, smelling of salt and sea.
“I’m trying not to think about me either.”
“How’s that working out for you?”
“Not as great as I’d hoped.” She looked at him with a rueful smile. “How about you?”
While Reed really wanted to address her issues, he was willing to go first . . . and pick her brain through their connection in the interim. “I’m worried about Raguel. It’s easier on us to believe that he knew what he was doing when he went after that Infernal, but we’re just guessing. If he’s truly gone, we are in deep shit.”“You don’t think your brother will be a good firm leader?”
“I . . . I doubt it. He’s been a loner a long time and he’s been disconnected from the mark system since its inception.”
“You’ve been anticipating the creation of a new archangel for a while,” she noted, rifling through his brain in his moment of weakness. “You wanted the job.”
“No,” he lied, training his thoughts to follow as if he were speaking the truth. “I think a new archangel should be familiar with all aspects of the system, like I am. You misread me.”
“Hmm . . . but you do think there should more than the seven archangels? Did I get that part right?”
“The world has exploded from a population of two to a population of billions, yet the number of archangels hasn’t increased.”
“Makes sense. So even if Raguel comes back, Alec could stay the way he is.”
“Yes.”
“I would need a new mentor, then.”
“Yes. You could also, possibly, be reassigned to a different firm.”
Eve didn’t say anything to that, but then she didn’t have to. He felt her distress as if it were his own. He squeezed her hand.
They reached Anytown. Reed took in the view he had missed in his first visit to the training area. The mannequins in various states of disrepair were especially effective in creating an atmosphere guaranteed to set trainees on edge.
“Once a coveted community,” he intoned in mimicry of an announcer’s voice, “Anytown has suffered a steady decline in recent years and is now in dire need of revitalization.”
“Totally.” Her nose wrinkled. “This place creeps me out.”
“That’s the point. Every time I come here, it’s deteriorated further, but it’s been a mess as long as I’ve known of it.”
She slowed, then stopped. Facing him, she asked, “McCroskey isn’t considered an international tourist destination, is it?”
Reed laughed. “No. Unlike Alcatraz, which has tours almost daily, the McCroskey tour is an annual one.”
“So, would you find it strange for a foreign national to have visited McCroskey?”
“Depends. But for the most part, yes. I would find that noteworthy.”
Eve nodded and resumed walking, but at a slower, more contemplative pace. “Edwards said that he’s been here before.”
“Any details?”
“Not really, but he did say there were a lot of bugs here. He called the place a ‘dump,’ I believe. Said it was overgrown and crawling with vermin.”
Reed’s brows rose. “You can’t tell that from the public areas.”
“Right. When we first got here, I remember thinking that it wasn’t what I expected. It was clean, well maintained. I told Alec I thought the troops probably missed this base.” She glanced at him. “So how would a Brit know its state of disrepair?”
“A Google search would probably reveal that.”
“But it doesn’t explain why he’s been here before.”
“Right.”
They turned a corner at the end of the main street and Reed saw the diner up ahead.
“Izzie’s been to California before, too,” Eve said. “And she showed up to training with a gun, against Raguel’s orders.”
“Izzie?”
She stared at him. An image of the blonde who’d sucked him off popped into his brain.
“Oh . . .” He winced. “That didn’t look good.”
“No, it didn’t.”
Reed quickly changed the subject. “Are you thinking Edwards is involved in some way?”
“Honestly, I really can’t see how he would be involved. I’ve trained alongside him for three weeks and there’s nothing even remotely Infernal-like about him.”
“And remember, the masking agent wears off. At some point or another, an Infernal in your class would’ve reeked.”
“Izzie, though . . . There’s something going on with her. I just can’t put my finger on it. She gives me the evil eye a lot.”
Reed smiled wryly. “She’s probably jealous. You’re smokin’ hot. Makes me hard just to smell you.”
“Eww.” Eve smacked him. “Don’t be crude.”
They paused at the end of the alley where Molenaar had been killed. The Mark was long gone. Since he’d been drained of blood before being pinned to the wall, there was very little left behind to proclaim that a soldier of God had died here. A couple of holes in the wall, that’s it. Two men and two women occupied the narrow space. Two in black—Raguel’s guards—and two in navy blue jumpsuits with the initials E.P.D. on the back—the investigators from the Exceptional Projects Department.
A female guard caught sight of him first. “Abel.”