Jaci Burton - The Darkest Touch

The living room had two sofas. Stone sofas, actually, with thick pillows like futons. Stone coffee table and end tables to match the rock walls. It would stay cool in here without air-conditioning.

One bedroom and a king-sized bed.

“You can take the bedroom,” he said to Angelique over her shoulder as she leaned against the doorway to the room.

“Where will you sleep?”

She turned around to face him, noticing he backed up a step.

He shrugged. “I don’t sleep much. When I need to conk out I’ll use the couch.”

She wrapped her arms around her middle, confused by the distance he put between them. “I see.”

“We’ll have to share the one bathroom, though.”

“Of course. Unless you want to bathe in the pool.”

“I’ll pass.” He walked away and out the back door.

Okay, so her attempt at humor had failed. Ryder wasn’t in a good mood. Not that she could blame him. She probably wasn’t his favorite person right now, considering her theft of the black diamond. He’d no doubt been assigned to retrieve it, and her, and hadn’t expected to fight demons in the process.

She hadn’t expected to be awakened by one in her bedroom last night. Memories of those glowing eyes in the darkness still made her stomach twist. Shaking her head to block out the visual, she walked outside and joined Ryder. He leaned against the post on the covered porch. She took a seat in the white rocker, enjoying the bliss of the warm day, the fragrant flowers, wishing this were a vacation, that she had no cares in her life. She wished a lot of things were different.

But that wasn’t the case.

“How did the demon find me, Ryder?”

He continued to look out toward the sea. “I don’t know. You must have left them some clue to your whereabouts.”

“I didn’t leave any clues.”

He turned his head and looked at her. “I found you, didn’t I?”

“You’re human. And you have the Realm of Light to help you along.”

His gaze narrowed. “And they’re demons. They have connections even I don’t have. Don’t ever underestimate them.”

“Point taken.”

“Where’s the black diamond, Angie?”

She shook her head, not at all surprised. “That didn’t take long, did it?”

“Did you really expect me to beat around the bush?”

She pulled her knees up to her chest, too tired to do battle with him but knowing it was inevitable. “I guess not.”

“Answer my question.”

“I don’t have it.”

“Obviously. I searched the house last night. So where is it?”

His voice was cold, his tone clipped. She bristled, wishing for the warmth, the patience he had shown her last night. “It’s safe.”

“Where?”

“I can’t tell you.”

“You mean you won’t.”

“No, I won’t.”

He inhaled, then let it out in an audible sigh that spoke of frustration. Tough. She was frustrated, too, and had been for months now. She had questions for which there were no answers; she had been searching endlessly for her sister, with no results. So he could just join her in her disappointment party.

He chose a seat on the chair across from hers, though he wasn’t relaxing. Tension coiled in the way he balanced on the edge of the cushion, as if he expected to leap to his feet at any second. His dark gaze probed her. “Do you remember what happened in Australia?”

She nodded.

“And you still think you can control the black diamond?”

“I’m not controlling it. I’m hiding it.”

Ryder dragged his fingers through his hair, then shook his head. “You can’t hide it from the Sons of Darkness, Angie. They’ll find it. They found you, and it’s only a matter of time before they locate the diamond. We can’t let that happen.”

“They won’t find the diamond. Trust me.”

His response was to snort. Rather loudly. Okay, so he had no reason to trust her, she’d give him that. Still, his attitude hurt.

“Ryder, I have it hidden someplace safe. Somewhere the Sons of Darkness can’t get to.”

“You don’t know that. It’s safer with the Realm of Light.”

“Oh, right. So you can use it, and my sister?”

His frown sharpened. “The Realm of Light doesn’t want to use the black diamond or your sister.”

She looked past him, where the sunlight filtered through the trees. “I can’t be sure of that. I’m the only one who can protect her.”

“Where is Isabelle?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t been able to locate her yet.”

“I’d have thought you’d have been in contact with her.”

“Uh, no.”

“Why not?”

“I have no idea. She doesn’t answer her cell phone. I managed to track her here because she was scheduled to do a dig somewhere in the south of Italy. That’s as far as I’ve gotten. I’ve hunted down every ongoing archaeological dig in the area. No one can confirm she’s on a site.”

“Do you think someone could be covering for her?”

She shrugged. “It’s possible, but I don’t know why she’d hide from me.”

“Maybe she’s hiding from someone else. Does she have enemies?”

Angelique laughed. “Izzy makes a lot of enemies. When you hunt treasure for financial gain, you always manage to piss someone off. I’ve run interference for her in the past, so I know she’s irritated buyers, local governments, you name it.”

“Why would she avoid you?”

“I don’t know.” That’s the question Angelique had been asking herself ever since she arrived in Italy and started tracking her sister. She and Izzy hadn’t always gotten along. Okay, who was she kidding? That was an understatement. Isabelle knew that Angelique didn’t approve of her treasure hunting. But they’d always been in contact. In fact, Angelique typically couldn’t make a move without finding Isabelle underfoot and in her business. In business, they were competitors. That meant where Angelique was, Izzy usually showed up. And Angelique always kept an eye on her sister’s digs to make sure she didn’t get in trouble.

Because where Izzy went, trouble usually followed; something typically went wrong. And Angelique sometimes had to come to the rescue. Izzy counted on Angelique to be there for her. So she always let Angelique know where she was.

So why the disappearing act now? Something wasn’t right about that.

“Is it unusual for you to be unable to contact her?” Ryder asked.

“Yes.” She could at least be honest about that much. “Isabelle is always within reach. We tend to work in the same areas. She’s always in my business. More often than I want her to be, usually. That’s what I don’t understand. She wasn’t in Australia, and I can’t make contact with her.”

When she looked up, Ryder was staring at her, his dark eyes showing that warmth she had grown accustomed to seeing.

“You’re worried about her.”

“Yes.”

“Do you have any reason to suspect something’s happened to her?”

Angelique fought back tears, refusing to speculate on the worst possible scenario. “No. I’d feel it if something had happened to her.”

“The twin connection?”

She nodded. “Discounted by professionals, but it’s true. When we were kids and one of us was hurt, the other would always know it. And we could sense each other’s moods and anxieties.” It annoyed them both when they got older, having that close a tie to each other. They had both wanted separation and individuality, but the tie had still been there.

“But you don’t sense that your sister is. .”

Even though Ryder had trailed off, Angelique knew what he’d avoided saying, so she finished it for him. “No. She’s not dead. She’s probably into something she shouldn’t be and she doesn’t want me to know about it. That has to be the reason for the lack of contact, and she’s pissing me off because she’s avoiding me.”