This is it, guys…your last teaser before Sins of the Son releases next week! I hope you’ve enjoyed the little glimpses into the story waiting for you – and I hope you’ll let me know what you think of the book when you read it. Enjoy! 🙂
Seth’s gaze sharpened. “This attraction between us isn’t new, then.”
Alex balled her hands into fists. He’d been a hell of a lot easier to manage without the language skills, damn it. “No. It’s not.”
“But something kept us apart.”
Alex took a moment to formulate a response, straightening her shirt and tucking it back into her pants. She slanted a covert look at Seth, noting the astuteness she remembered had also returned to the dark gaze. Which meant he wasn’t going to let her get away with anything less than the truth.
She nodded. “Yes.”
“Who am I, Alex?”
“I don’t know.”
Black eyes narrowed. “You’re lying.”
Alex sighed. “No. I’m prevaricating.” Combing her fingers through her tousled hair in an effort to restore it to order, she met his gaze squarely. Openly. “I really don’t know who you are, Seth. All I have is what little you told me when we met the first time, and a whole lot of supposition I’ve come up with on my own, the accuracy of which is highly suspect, I’m sure.”
“I need to know.”
“I agree. But not yet.”
Frustration marred the dark brow. “Why not?”
“You need more information first. Context for what I — “
Someone banged at the door and Alex froze, words and all. Her eyes flicked to the bedside clock. It was too late in the day for housekeeping, and that was no polite knock — which meant it had to be either Henderson or Riley, neither of whom would be a good thing.
Catching Seth’s gaze, Alex put a finger to her lips and he nodded his understanding. She waited while he moved silently around the corner, out of sight of the door, and then scanned the room to be sure nothing of his presence would be visible. Their unwanted visitor hammered again.
Alex peered through the peephole, scowling as her suspicions were confirmed. Riley. She took a deep breath, mustering herself for the inevitable verbal battle with the psychiatrist, and pulled open the door. Whatever she might have said died in her throat when a second figure thrust aside the doctor and stared down at her with cold gray eyes in a face she thought she’d never see again.
Her heart stalled in mid-beat. “Aramael?“
[Sins of the Son: The Grigori Legacy 2, copyright 2012. All rights reserved.]