vocation. She took a deep breath, shored up her wavering courage, and decided to be more direct. “Please kiss me again.”
He looked for a moment like he was going to refuse, but then he smiled and said, “How could I refuse such a lovely request from such a beautiful lady?”
Before she could answer—or chicken out—he lowered his head to hers once more. But this time, he kissed her slowly, nibbling at her lips until she whimpered softly and pressed herself closer. He groaned as his arms tightened around her.
“See, I miss all the fun.”
Ava almost leapt off Brody’s lap at Nathan’s voice, but Brody held her tight, refusing to let her leave. Nathan sauntered into the room, sat at the other end of the sofa, and reached for one of her hands. “There’s something we probably should have told you days ago, but we weren’t quite sure if you were ready to hear it.”
Ava sat quietly, trying to hold on to her composure, as she waited for Nathan to explain.
“We’ve managed to…ah…apprehend the person who was trying to kill you, but it would seem that she’s not the only one liable to come after you.”
“Me? Seriously?” Ava shook her head in confusion. “I’m a plain-old-ordinary-everyday-dime-a-dozen kind of woman. One disturbed mind wanting me dead because I was born on a certain day is understandable in a twisted kind of way, but to say there’s more than one killer after me…What did I do? Piss off some sort of cult?”
“In a manner of speaking,” Nathan said slowly. He glanced over her shoulder at Brody, and it seemed he was looking for help to explain to the poor little human what the hell was going on. Annoyingly, her eyes filled with tears, and she closed them against the urge to cry. Despite her little speech, she knew she was no longer an ordinary human. It didn’t make much sense, but somehow, someway, something had changed the day that kid had appeared in her kitchen.
“I can’t go back home, can I?”
“We don’t think it would be safe. It’s inevitable that someone will eventually look into what the ah…assassin was doing and pick up where she left off.”
“What was she?” Ava asked, tired of living with half truths. If she were honest with herself, she’d admit to hiding in her e-reader while trying to ignore the world as it fell apart around her.
“A pixie,” Brody answered, his hand running soothingly up and down her arm.
Nathan looked like he was going to swallow his tongue, and for a moment Ava could see the humor in the situation.
“Are you a dragon-shifter, too?” she asked with a half smile.
“Nope, plain old ordinary human.”
“Who just happens to be one of the best bodyguards available—human or otherwise,” Brody added.
Ava wasn’t sure how to react to that. There was no doubting they were good at their jobs. She hadn’t really felt frightened at all once they’d arrived at her home and moved her to a safe house. The policeman who’d been with her that day and his partner had stayed until Brody and Nathan had arrived, but it wasn’t until they’d taken over her protection that she’d actually felt safe.
“So…what happens now?” she asked worriedly. If there was a never-ending line of assassins waiting for their chance to kill her, how would she ever be safe? They couldn’t protect her for the rest of her life. Surely they had their own lives to get back to.
Brody glanced worriedly at her and grimaced as he said the words. “Ava Seeton is going to die in a horrific car accident tonight. It’s the only way to keep you safe.”
“You’re going to keep me safe by killing me?”
“Of course,” Nathan said with a grin that told her she was seriously missing the point here.
Maybe it was the stress of the past week, but it took another three seconds for it to finally sink in what they meant. “You’re going to fake my death?”
“Shit,” Brody said as he wrapped his arms more tightly around her and rocked slightly.