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Chapter Seven

   Reason two that pointed him in Sera’s direction. He already knew the girl found on the Senator’s property belonged to this sorority, was in contention for leadership of it. One would guess in a world as uppity as this one the leader of the sorority would know her subjects every move so as not to disgrace the group as a whole.

   Unless she was acting on orders of course.

   They shared some banter over the pressures of leadership as the fight was clearing out, which was when Sera herself turned up. And what luck, Duncan was forced to hand Gage’s babysitting over to her when his boys couldn’t keep matters contained. And oh but didn’t it make him itch to touch her when he caught sight of those shapely legs. He would have liked to see her in some heels, but nevertheless that tiny skirt and glistening top only solidified his need to get her beneath him.

   And to his delight, when he complemented her for such, she returned the gesture…however insincerely.

   He tried to talk her up too, but his questions were left unanswered for the most part, compared to hers which he detailed in full. He thought perhaps if he showed a gesture of goodwill then so would she…only instead he was greeted with suspicion. There was a desperation in her eyes tonight, one that had not been there before despite the timing of the attack on the Senators house. Whatever had her on edge had nothing to do with that incident, was a fresh worry only recently fallen on her.

   For a fleeting moment he released her from his suspicion, surely if she was worried about the loss of a sorority member over nefarious actions he would have seen that fear in her eyes when they first met. But then that other man approached. Gage saw the insignia on the man’s shirt. Saw all of Sera’s anger and misgivings over Gage’s presence fall apart as she saw him.

   He was who she feared, him and his all seeing eyes.

   Gage knew from that very moment he didn’t like the man. He never caught his name but they shared a quick meeting of eyes, alpha meets alpha.

   A need overwhelmed him, the same one that had him keeping the Dean from soiling the girl. He wanted to protect her. That’s when he knew it, knew he was the one he was sent here for. And it was all because of what Michael had said.

   Michael said the one Gage sought was not of the innocent, but weighed only lightly. If she had not taken a life, not committed any mortal sin of measure, then she could easily absolve herself with acts of good while still on earth. If she was only lightly weighed then Gage would not feel the need to kill her, only the truly vile called to his sense of wickedness. Instead, thinking she was of the innocent, he would want to spare her, if only to keep his own hide from losing its immortality.

   All he needed was a confession from her lips and it would be done. He could not kill under merely suspicion. Though he did not doubt his own self, if by some slim margin of a chance he was wrong and he did end up killing unjustly…well…

   He needed to get her alone, needed to get her talking about the kinds of deeds mortals only divulged in confidence to another. He needed her to trust him.

   He had tried then, and acting on that impulse he offered to save her from her current predicament, which she accepted reluctantly. But talk about distractions, when he went to usher her along to where the girl she was looking for was located- the one he admittedly knew of all along- his hand slipped beneath her top to her skin. Instantly the blood rushed to the wrong area when needing concentration, even thinking about it now had the world in front of him taking a backseat to that memory.

   Her skin was so soft, like the finest of cashmeres, or a peach ripened to perfection. She had asked him a question with her eyes and words came out of his mouth, but he was damned if he knew what they were. All could do at the time was focus on not pressing his lips against her neck as he leaned in to speak to her. That tiny scratch was just about healed he had managed to register in his brain. But that, much like the pendant he couldn’t quite identify but could see gleaming from between her breasts, was hardly relevant to his mission.