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She hurries into her pants, so I do the same.
“If that’s what it’s like in public and in a hurry, I can barely imagine what it’ll be like in a bed.”
My grin widens. “You’re saying there will be a next time?”
She smirks, her lilac eyes filled with mischief. “We’ll see.”
CHAPTER 10
Talia
“What about Rome?” Zachariah asks from where he sits across from me at the table in the center of the records room.
It was hard not to blush when I walked in this room, given what happened here last night.
I did my best not to glance to my right where Zachariah had taken me against the stacks less than twenty-four hours ago.
Andgoddamn, it had been mind-blowing.
It’d been fast and frenzied and better than any sex I'd ever had before.
Which again, seemedunfair, seeing as how now I felt totally hooked and could think of little else.
Especially when there was a mission at hand.
“Talia?” Zachariah says my name like a question, and I snap back to the present, shifting pieces of parchment spread out before me.
“Yes,” I say, making a note on the list of compiled aristocratic vampire families, their homesteads, and artifacts. “I tracked Conrad through Rome,” I continue.
Zachariah nods, turning to the table next to us where a few of the rookie assassins sit.
“Corbin, I need you to get in contact with the Casias,” he says in an authoritative tone. “They’re the wealthiest vampire family in Rome and we'll need to know if any of their vaulted or prized artifacts have gone missing in the last six months.”
The rookie assassin nods and heads out of the room.
“What about Athens?” Zachariah asks me, his tone much softer.
I blow out of breath, nodding. “Yes,” I answer. “I tracked him near the Barros’ property, and I already know from my run-in with the lady of the house that one of her lockets had been stolen.”
“And each of these artifacts are significant?” Zachariah asks.
“It looks that way,” I say, guilt swirling in my stomach. “Every artifact so far that's been reported missing by the noble bloodline vampire families has either been an urn filled with ashes of a powerful vampire, a piece of jewelry or vial with blood from a powerful vampire, or busts and pottery or other items with ancient herbs and remedies inlaid into them.”
Zachariah digests this information, and then continues down his list. “What about Istanbul?”
I shake my head.
He turns to the next rookie assassin. “I'm assigning you to the Pollot bloodline,” he says. “Get in contact with them and see if anything's been stolen from their archives.”
The assassin immediately obeys, heading out of the records room.
“Prague?”
I shake my head, every disappointing answer only further souring my stomach.
“That'll be the Novaks,” Zachariah says to the final rookie assassin remaining in the room with us, and the young vampire dips his head and walks out, leaving Zachariah and myself completely alone.
“Barcelona?”