Wicked Kiss
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“Oh.” I could barely find my voice.
“Didn’t you know this about him?”
“No. It—it hadn’t come up.” It was a whisper. I couldn’t manage much more than that. A piece of information like this was enough to knock the breath right out of me.
“That’s why he was chosen to lead this mission. His record shows that he doesn’t hesitate when it comes to—”
“Killing,” I finished for her, feeling sick inside. “The ritual...and dealing with the grays...”
She nodded. “If his departure hadn’t been tampered with, I have no doubt that the grays would all be...” She trailed off and looked at me sheepishly. “Of course, I’m sure an exception would still be made for those who don’t feed and whose souls still exist intact. Somewhere. He wouldn’t have just killed you indiscriminately just because you’re, well...one of them.”
I swallowed hard. “I hope you’re right.”
Bishop’s mission here in Trinity required someone with the right instincts. No hesitation. It had always made my blood turn to ice, seeing him at work. That determined, emotionless expression that came over his face just before the blade met its mark.
I’d known Bishop was dangerous, but...an actual angel of death?
Holy hell.
“I should rest.” Cassandra stood up and moved toward the door. “Tomorrow I need to get a fresh start.”
“Cassandra...” I said, my voice still barely audible. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Of course. What?”
I took a deep breath and looked right at her. “What’s the real reason you were sent here?”
A shaky smile formed on her lips. “I’m here to lend a hand to the team during this difficult mission. Why else? Good night, Samantha.”
“Good night.”
She left, but not before I’d managed to get a small glimpse of her thoughts. It was another one of my newly uncovered talents. I could read a demon or angel’s mind...if they weren’t actively trying to block me. All I had to do was look into their eyes and concentrate hard.
Cassandra lied. She wasn’t here just to help the team. She had her own mission, an entirely separate one.
I really wished I knew what it was.
* * *
It took me hours before I finally drifted off to sleep. My head was a horrific mass of nightmares about evil grays and dead girls, before they finally parted for something much more pleasant.
A dream about Bishop.
He was seated across from me at a small wooden table in the middle of a wasteland—a cracked, dry desert that stretched as far as the eye could see. There was nothing in sight to the horizons all around us. The sky was a flat, pale gray, like a coating of paint.
“Where are we?” I asked.
“Good question.” He wore black. Black jeans, black T-shirt. The darkness only made the color of his eyes stand out more—like sapphires.
What Cassandra had told me about his job in Heaven was so far in the distance now I couldn’t remember the details. I knew it had disturbed me, but at the moment it was the last thing on my mind. All I felt was happy. Happy to see him. Happy we were alone—no matter where this was. “I’m dreaming right now, aren’t I?”
“You are.” He smiled—an easy smile that made my heart do an automatic flip.
“So this isn’t real? Not some sort of mind meld?”
“No. Just a dream. Your dream.”
I looked down at myself to see I wore a fancy red dress, gauzy and big and silky, like a ball gown. I’d never worn anything so extravagant in my entire life.
“You’re beautiful,” Bishop said.
My gaze snapped to his. “It’s just the dress. It’s not me.”
“You’re wrong. It is you.” There was something in his eyes that made me believe he meant it. “I wish I could kiss you right now.”
“You can kiss me here.” If this was just a dream, then nothing I said or did counted. I liked the idea of that—total freedom. “Normally in my dreams...we do more than just kiss.”
His brows went up. “Really.”
I nodded, fighting a smile.
“You want to do more than just kiss me, Samantha?”
“Maybe I do.” My heart pounded. The endless bravery I normally had in my dreams seemed to be escaping like sand sliding through my fingers. “But there’s a problem.”
“What?”
“There’s a severe balance of power missing in this...whatever this is between us. I know hardly anything about you. You know everything about me. I have no power over you at all.”
“Wrong. You took part of my soul. You know I’m drawn to you like nothing I can control, which is why I’ve tried—and failed—to stay away. Even when I do keep my distance you can still see through my eyes whenever you want to.”
This was another little skill I had. After I’d kissed Bishop and taken part of his soul, there were the odd times I got flashes of what he saw—even if we were nowhere close to each other. I couldn’t read his mind or feel his emotions, but I could see through his eyes.
“It’s not whenever I want to,” I said. “It’s totally random.”
“You underestimate yourself. Your power. But I’m not surprised. This game has barely begun.”
“Game?” I frowned. But then my gaze moved to the table between us. I hadn’t even noticed what was on it before. It was a chess board with white and black pieces. “Are we playing a game?”
“Didn’t you know this about him?”
“No. It—it hadn’t come up.” It was a whisper. I couldn’t manage much more than that. A piece of information like this was enough to knock the breath right out of me.
“That’s why he was chosen to lead this mission. His record shows that he doesn’t hesitate when it comes to—”
“Killing,” I finished for her, feeling sick inside. “The ritual...and dealing with the grays...”
She nodded. “If his departure hadn’t been tampered with, I have no doubt that the grays would all be...” She trailed off and looked at me sheepishly. “Of course, I’m sure an exception would still be made for those who don’t feed and whose souls still exist intact. Somewhere. He wouldn’t have just killed you indiscriminately just because you’re, well...one of them.”
I swallowed hard. “I hope you’re right.”
Bishop’s mission here in Trinity required someone with the right instincts. No hesitation. It had always made my blood turn to ice, seeing him at work. That determined, emotionless expression that came over his face just before the blade met its mark.
I’d known Bishop was dangerous, but...an actual angel of death?
Holy hell.
“I should rest.” Cassandra stood up and moved toward the door. “Tomorrow I need to get a fresh start.”
“Cassandra...” I said, my voice still barely audible. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Of course. What?”
I took a deep breath and looked right at her. “What’s the real reason you were sent here?”
A shaky smile formed on her lips. “I’m here to lend a hand to the team during this difficult mission. Why else? Good night, Samantha.”
“Good night.”
She left, but not before I’d managed to get a small glimpse of her thoughts. It was another one of my newly uncovered talents. I could read a demon or angel’s mind...if they weren’t actively trying to block me. All I had to do was look into their eyes and concentrate hard.
Cassandra lied. She wasn’t here just to help the team. She had her own mission, an entirely separate one.
I really wished I knew what it was.
* * *
It took me hours before I finally drifted off to sleep. My head was a horrific mass of nightmares about evil grays and dead girls, before they finally parted for something much more pleasant.
A dream about Bishop.
He was seated across from me at a small wooden table in the middle of a wasteland—a cracked, dry desert that stretched as far as the eye could see. There was nothing in sight to the horizons all around us. The sky was a flat, pale gray, like a coating of paint.
“Where are we?” I asked.
“Good question.” He wore black. Black jeans, black T-shirt. The darkness only made the color of his eyes stand out more—like sapphires.
What Cassandra had told me about his job in Heaven was so far in the distance now I couldn’t remember the details. I knew it had disturbed me, but at the moment it was the last thing on my mind. All I felt was happy. Happy to see him. Happy we were alone—no matter where this was. “I’m dreaming right now, aren’t I?”
“You are.” He smiled—an easy smile that made my heart do an automatic flip.
“So this isn’t real? Not some sort of mind meld?”
“No. Just a dream. Your dream.”
I looked down at myself to see I wore a fancy red dress, gauzy and big and silky, like a ball gown. I’d never worn anything so extravagant in my entire life.
“You’re beautiful,” Bishop said.
My gaze snapped to his. “It’s just the dress. It’s not me.”
“You’re wrong. It is you.” There was something in his eyes that made me believe he meant it. “I wish I could kiss you right now.”
“You can kiss me here.” If this was just a dream, then nothing I said or did counted. I liked the idea of that—total freedom. “Normally in my dreams...we do more than just kiss.”
His brows went up. “Really.”
I nodded, fighting a smile.
“You want to do more than just kiss me, Samantha?”
“Maybe I do.” My heart pounded. The endless bravery I normally had in my dreams seemed to be escaping like sand sliding through my fingers. “But there’s a problem.”
“What?”
“There’s a severe balance of power missing in this...whatever this is between us. I know hardly anything about you. You know everything about me. I have no power over you at all.”
“Wrong. You took part of my soul. You know I’m drawn to you like nothing I can control, which is why I’ve tried—and failed—to stay away. Even when I do keep my distance you can still see through my eyes whenever you want to.”
This was another little skill I had. After I’d kissed Bishop and taken part of his soul, there were the odd times I got flashes of what he saw—even if we were nowhere close to each other. I couldn’t read his mind or feel his emotions, but I could see through his eyes.
“It’s not whenever I want to,” I said. “It’s totally random.”
“You underestimate yourself. Your power. But I’m not surprised. This game has barely begun.”
“Game?” I frowned. But then my gaze moved to the table between us. I hadn’t even noticed what was on it before. It was a chess board with white and black pieces. “Are we playing a game?”
