The Witch's Seduction

Her sister nodded. “The knife he used to kill Franco Ledet and an eyewitness to the murder.”

“It’s hard to believe anyone would come forward and testify against Vladimir. He’s about the worst of the worst paranorm mafia there is.”

“Lucky us to have him in Chicago.” Brigid shrugged. “If it had been me, I’d have dusted him on sight. This waiting for the Tribunal to punish him leaves too much time for him to plot his escape.”

Deme shot a sideways glance at her sister. “Think he’ll get out of the paranormal holding cell?”

“There’ve been rumors.” Probably from Brigid’s sources at the bike shop. “Most say he won’t make it to the Tribunal. He’ll either get out, or all the evidence will disappear. Or both.”

“Can’t let that happen.” Deme stared across the baggage claim area, noting the people gathered close to watch for their bags. Old, young, mothers, fathers, grandparents and children. Having a badass demon thug like Vladimir off the streets would be a blessing. “I’ll check with the chief when I get to the station.”

“Huh?” Deme’s youngest sister spun, nearly tripping over her own feet. “You’re going by your apartment first, aren’t you?”

Deme smiled at the expectant look Aurai gave her. “Sorry, sweetie, I need to check in with my new boss first. I was supposed to be on the job two weeks ago.”

“Then it can wait another twenty-four hours.” Gina hooked Deme’s arm. “We just got you back. And we’re not letting you go, yet.”

Deme’s heart swelled with the amount of love she had for her sisters. “I promise I’ll spend time with you soon. But I really need to get to the station.”

“Well, phooey.” Gina’s lips twisted. “I’d hoped you would come out with us for dinner. We were going to have Chinese.”

Her mouth watering, Deme’s stomach rumbled. It had been more than a month since Deme had indulged in her favorite. St. Croix was small and quaint and didn’t have even a tenth the choices afforded in a city the size of Chicago. Given she’d had only the cold sandwich on the plane, along with several tiny bags of peanuts, Deme was hungry and Chinese sounded really good.

Her willpower wavered, but an image of Calais Black, the hot Chicago police officer and her partner on the force, floated across her mind. Her insides ignited with a white-hot flame. A month without Cal in her bed had felt like an eternity. “Sorry, I need to go to the station first.”

“Leave her alone.” Selene lifted a hand to Deme’s face and smiled. “She wants to see Cal.” Trust the sister of spirit to read Deme’s thoughts. In this case she was glad for it. Selene took the edge off the others’ disappointment.

Deme waved at her suitcase as it passed by on the carousel. “That’s mine.”

“Got it.” Aurai dove for the black bag with the bright green ribbon tied to the handle.

Gina grinned. “None of us told Cal you were on your way back.”

Selene led the way out of the airport terminal to the parking garage. “He’ll be so happy to see you. We took him out to dinner one night a couple weeks back, but he’s been tied up with work since.”

Deme shivered as the cool Chicago air hit her. She wished she’d had the foresight to wear a jacket. For a moment she missed the warmth of St. Croix in the sunshine. Still, Chicago was home, and she was glad to be back. Especially to see her sisters and her lover.

She wrapped her arms around her middle, anxious to be on her way. Eager to see if things were still the same between her and Cal. Deme adored that he was her flame. He was strong, handsome and made her feel so good when he lay naked beside her.

He’d pushed past her defenses, claiming her, as he’d put it. He’d even spoken the “M” word, but Deme had put the kibosh on that. If she married anyone, it would be Cal, but she wasn’t certain she could trust anyone, even Cal, enough to commit to him. Not yet, anyway. Because of her and her sisters’ unusual talents, she’d grown up suspicious and wary.

Cal had called Deme every other night since she’d been gone, except for the past week. He’d checked in only once. Deme had counted it off as him being too focused on the job. Her attention retured to her sisters. “He said it’s been crazy. The special task force has been burning up the overtime with one fire after another to put out.”

“I heard that a stranger nabbed Vladimir, drugged him, tied him up and delivered him to the station. No one saw who. Even Vladimir was clueless and madder than a stirred-up hornet when he came out of his drug-induced stupor.” Brigid laughed. “Must have been one of his own, to run off without claiming the credit.”

“Either that or he didn’t want the retribution.” Deme shuddered. “I’ll bet everyone is on alert at the station and the holding cell.”

Brigid stopped in front of Gina’s SUV. “You don’t know the half of it. Everyone’s punchy, waiting for Vladimir to make his move.”

Deme sank into the leather bucket seat and buckled her belt.

“You could ask Cal to come out to dinner with us, you know.” Aurai wasn’t giving up on the idea of having dinner with Deme.

Gina climbed into the driver’s seat. “She wants to get naked with Cal, not eat Chinese with all of us. We’ll have plenty of time to go to dinner.”

Deme’s face burned, but she grinned. “Right on all counts.”

“Especially the getting naked part.” Selene squeezed her shoulder over the top of the seat. “Right?”

The teasing continued all the way to the police station where her sisters dropped her off at the door, promising to deliver her suitcase to her apartment for her.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t,” Gina called out.

“That leaves the options wide open, doesn’t it?” Deme stepped out on the sidewalk. “I’ll see you all tomorrow. Dinner?”

“No excuses. We want time with you too.” Aurai jumped out, hugged Deme and slid into the front seat with Gina. “Kiss Cal for me. He’s so yummy. If you decide to dump him, I call dibs.”

“You sure you don’t need a ride to your apartment?” Gina asked.

“No.” Deme glanced at headquarters, anxious to get inside and hoping Cal wasn’t on a call. “I’ll get Cal to take me home.”

The SUV slid away from the curb and disappeared around the corner.

Deme squared her shoulders, ran her hands through her long red hair, cursing the fiery color. Why couldn’t she have been blond like Aurai, and where had all the tangles come from? Then she strode toward the entrance, her heart fluttering and her belly tightening with each passing step. She couldn’t wait to have Cal’s strong arms around her.

Much as she promised herself she wouldn’t get involved to the point of obsession with any man, she couldn’t resist Cal.

Inside the station she checked in at the desk, asking for her boss. No use looking too eager to see her lover. Based on the reports of rising incidents involving the paranorms of Chicago, lead investigator Chief Martin Warner would be glad to see her back and ready to go to work.

She just hoped he’d give her a night to unwind from her trip. Not that she’d relax that night. Deme had other plans for her evening. They included one tall dark and ruggedly handsome police officer, a bed and the can of whipped cream she planned to purchase on her way to Cal’s apartment.

A smile spread across her face as she stepped off the elevator into the Chicago Police Special Investigations Division.

Detectives and other members of the Paranorm Task Force hurried around desks, some escorting detainees, others leaning into telephones, intent on information gathering or ordering a pizza delivery because most were too busy to take time out to get a meal.

“Deme Chattox.” A booming voice made her jump. Chief Warner swooped out of his office, a grin on his face. “I’d almost given up on you. Thought you’d changed your mind about coming to work on the force, what with the weather in St. Croix being so much nicer than winters here.” He clapped a hand on her back, sending her stumbling forward.

Deme’s lips twisted in a wry grin. “Going back to St. Croix had me wondering if I’d lost a marble or two.”

“Not too late to change your mind.” Warner tipped his head, his brows rising. “We haven’t officially put you on the payroll, yet.”

“Thanks for the out, but I don’t need it. I’m back in Chicago to stay and could use a paying job.”

The chief stuck out a hand and shook Deme’s, squeezing so tightly she could swear her bones crunched. “When do you want me to start?”

“Yesterday,” he replied without hesitation. “No, really. But I’m sure you have a lot to do to get settled in. Tomorrow would be soon enough. Have you touched base with Black, yet?”

Her pulse leaped. “No, sir.” Foolishly she’d been counting the days, hours and minutes until she could touch bases and a lot more with the man. Now she was only seconds away from him, if he was on duty.