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Illianna noticed the half-mortal as soon as he walked in the door to the coffee shop. He was hard to miss with the faint tell-tale shimmer of fae blood she could see around his head and shoulders.
And, she noted with an appreciation that sent a shiver through her core, hard was the operative word. The man was practically carved out of stone.
He was tall, around six-five she guessed. He had dark brown hair that reminded Illianna of the rich loamy soil of her Irish homeland. Even where she sat a few dozen feet away, she could see a few strands of pure silver running through his thick mane.
He had the rugged look of a hard-working outdoors type, tanned and firm in all the right places, with an unshaven scruff coloring his jaw. Illianna could see the bulge of his muscles moving under his dark gray tee shirt and faded jeans.
She caught herself humming in approval and frowned. She’d never been good at denying herself a good romp with a half-mortal, and he was quite the specimen. He was completely her type, if she allowed herself to have a type any more. That was something she couldn’t afford to indulge in, with her situation being what it was.
She did indulge in the memories of another hard body, and the power and pleasure that had flowed between them as they made love.
Illianna shook her head, chasing away the distracting thoughts. They would do her no good, just as they hadn’t done her any good so long ago.
She watched him through her lashes as he made his way to the counter and placed his order. He turned several minutes later with his coffee in hand and scanned the room.
Illianna took a quick drink from her own cup, letting her hair fall around her face in a black curtain. She could feel his eyes on her, running the length of her body. She shivered, though she couldn’t say if it was from fear or anticipation.
This mortal would definitely be trouble for her.
The realization hit her hard, and she grabbed her duffle bag and coffee and jumped up to head for the door. She nearly ran into him in her rush, her coffee sloshing over the tiny hole in the lid.
“Excuse me, ma’am,” the deep baritone voice said. “Don’t I know you?”
The familiarity of that voice slide down her spine and settled between her thighs. Flashes of memory filled her mind, reminding her of the last time she’d seen a mortal who looked so much like this one, the last time she’d heard that voice whispering in her ear.
She remembered how that body looked before she turned away to flee for her life.
She certainly did know him.
Simon stared down at the woman. She was avoiding his eyes and her body language was telling him she was terrified. His experience as a detective screamed that she was hiding something, but he was more interested in the sweet musky scent floating up from the silky black hair just under his nose, and the velvety-soft skin under his hand.
She was nearly a foot shorter than he was with high cheekbones and a delicate nose. Her copper complexion almost seemed to shimmer with a faint, silvery glow.
Simon had a good head for faces, and he knew he’d never seen this woman before in his life. But something about her called to him, like an old friend.
Or lover, he thought, as his cock took notice, pulsing against his leg. He didn’t often have such an immediate reaction to women, but he felt like he could almost remember the taste of her mouth. And more…
He shook his head to clear it. That wasn’t exactly an appropriate way to think of a woman he hadn’t even technically met yet. He noticed she was trying to pull her arm out of his grasp without drawing attention to what she was doing. He quickly let go of her.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to… I just thought you looked like someone I know.”
The woman looked up at him at last. His breath caught at the sight of her piercing pale blue eyes. Her lips twisted into an unpleasant smirk.
“Nice try, buddy,” she bit out. “But I’m not into coffee shop pick-ups.”
Simon frowned. Her voice slid across his skin like a kiss, but it was the note of scorn that tickled his memories. “That’s not what I meant. You just seem… familiar.”
The woman’s eyes widened for just a second before she scowled at him.
Simon shrugged his shoulders, feeling the skin on his neck prickle. It was a feeling he knew too well from his short stint undercover. It was the sixth sense that good cops got when there was trouble brewing.
This woman would be trouble, he knew.
“Look,” he said, holding up his hands and stepping back. “I’m really sorry to have bothered you. I guess I made a mistake.”
The woman looked like she wanted to say something, but stopped pressing her full lips together. She just glared at him before turning on her heel and walking out the door.
Simon tried to blow off the strange combination of lust and anger she had brought up, but he couldn’t stop from craning his neck to watch her walk around the corner. To his surprise, he was nearly drooling over the languid sway of her hips.
He shook his head. Maybe he just needed to get laid. An image of the unusual woman lying naked before him flashed through his head, and his cock jerked in anticipation.
“Down, boy,” he muttered. “The lady said no.” But he suspected the encounter would fuel his fantasies for quite a while.
Illianna rushed down the sidewalk as quickly as she could without spilling her coffee.
It couldn’t be him. It just couldn’t. He was long dead, and his death lay at her feet.
She noticed an old homeless woman staring at her on the other side of the busy street. As she watched, the old woman grinned malevolently, showing huge, blunt and broken yellowed teeth that were far too big for her mouth. The woman’s eyes gleamed red in the late afternoon sun.
Illianna gasped and broke into a run. She knew the only reason the Unseelie Red Cap hadn’t attacked her immediately was because of the number of mortals around them.
Not that a Red Cap wouldn’t swallow a few mortals whole if that was all that stood in its way. Or half a car, for that matter.
She dodged through crowds of pedestrians and ducked through stalled traffic. Though she was certain that that particular Red Cap wouldn’t be trailing her, her presence no doubt indicated that other Unseelie had found Illianna once again.
Illianna’s breath hitched in her chest. She was tired of running. Exhausted, really.
Constantly moving. Always looking over her shoulder for Unseelie hunters. Never staying in one place for long. Never finding a sanctuary. Never sleeping too deep.
Illianna doubled back, determined to lose whoever or whatever might be following her this time. She didn’t even have to think about what she was doing, after so much time.
She’d been practicing and developing these evasion techniques for 1500 years, after all.