Games Demons Play (Mystic Isle, Book 3) Read Online Free Page B

he
was as trustworthy as he appeared, no matter how much her body
urged her to.
    A knock at the door had her whirling
around.
    “Izzy?”
    She held a hand over her racing heart and
clutched the towel with the other. “Yes?”
    “You have a phone call.”
    Her gaze darted around the room. A phone
call? No one knew she was here. He was trying to trick her. She
turned toward the bathroom.
    “Your phone was in my car,” he said through
the door.
    Her phone? Oh. Yes. It hadn’t been in her
pocket when she’d set about cleaning her jeans. Her pulse slowed a
fraction.
    “Izzy?”
    She glanced back at the bathroom door. Would
it be silly to put on her wet clothes just to answer the door?
Surely he wasn’t going to—no. He’d had plenty of opportunity.
    “Shall I tell them you’ll call them
back?”
    “Them?”
    “Are you decent?”
    Barely. “Come in,” she called, edging
closer to the bathroom. She could make it to safety and lock the
door before he could make it across the room. She hoped.
    He pushed open the door, her phone in his
hand against his massive chest. She rubbed her palms against the
towel.
    “You look much better. Your color has
returned.”
    Not that she had much color to begin with.
Not only was she a miniscule five feet tall, her skin was the color
of cream. Year around. Before… she’d been turned, she would burn to
a crisp in the summertime. Being a vampire wasn’t that different.
Except for the whole blood drinking thing. And flashing . She
really wanted to master that.
    She licked her lips.
    He made a sound, low in his throat.
    Her heartbeat quickened and she leaned closer
to the bathroom door, despite her urge to find out what else made
him groan.
    Obviously sensing her unease, he pulled his
shoulders back and offered her an easy smile. Dieu, and she
had thought him handsome before. Now he was impossibly gorgeous and
her heartbeat kicked up another notch.
    “Pierre thought it was my phone, so he
answered.” He held out the device. “Avery and Ceara want to know
where you are and if you’re okay. I think that was the
message.”
    When she didn’t move to take the phone, he
laid it on the end table. His gaze raked over her, then darted
toward the bathroom. “I’ll let you finish up.”
    He backed out of the room so slowly she
wondered if he was moving in slow motion.
    The second he closed the door behind him, she
rushed to her phone.
    “Avery?”
    “Where are you?” Avery practically screeched
the question.
    “Are you all right?” Ceara asked, her voice
quiet as always.
    “I am fine. I am in Germany, I think.” She
wasn’t really sure.
    “What do you mean, you think?” Avery asked.
Izzy could almost imagine the look on her coven mate’s face. And
Ceara’s too, her big violet eyes wide with worry. “How can you not
know? Where’s the car, Izzy?”
    Another good question. “I — ugh — I am not
sure.” Well, at least she was honest. That should earn her some
points, right?
    “What do you mean you’re not sure? Izzy,
Valencia’s going to flip her lid.”
    “I know this!” Izzy’s heart ached and her
eyes watered. Why had she not resisted the urge? What made her
think she would not get caught. Sadly, this was not the first time
her impulsiveness had bit her in the behind. Far from it. Would she
ever learn her lesson?
    “Are you sure you’re okay, Izzy? Who was that
man that answered your phone?” Ceara asked.
    Did they have to team up on her? She was
feeling miserable enough without playing twenty questions.
    “I am okay.” Thanks to Shade. “That was
Pierre.”
    “Please don’t tell me you picked up a man in
V’s car,” Avery said.
    Avery was such a… what did Coco call her? A
rule follower.
    “No. I did not.” She would not have done
that. It had been a… joyride. Yes. Nothing more.
    “Is the sun up there?”
    Izzy couldn’t be sure, not with the curtains
drawn. But she guessed that it was and told them so. “Well, as soon
as it’s dark, get back