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She's been saddled with the task of finding out why Armand's wives keep dying, and what it has to do with his son Nicholas and the murder Nicholas is accused of committing 50 years ago. She's Nicholas's only hope of avoiding being executed for a murder he may or may not have committed. Eshe's agreed to take on the task, but that was before she realized she couldn't read Armand and he is the life mate she's been waiting for.

That was inconspicuous?! Having already lost a life mate and two wives to suspicious circumstances, Armand isn't willing to risk losing another. Unfortunately, sending her away was pretty difficult when he couldn't keep his thoughts, not to mention his hands, off her.

It seems it's time to once again try to get to the bottom of the deaths of his first three wives. While Armand's tried before, he's also failed, but this time he could lose his son as well as his life mate. It was after nine, almost closing time and they were the only customers. Armand scowled irritably as he watched Lucian bite into the roll with relish.

Armand merely shook his head and turned his gaze out the window, but he was jealous. It had reawakened old appetites both of them had lost long ago. And why the hell did you insist on my coming out to the diner? The farm is only another five minute drive. You could have come there. Lucian gave up stabbing the peas and instead scraped them across the plate into the mashed potatoes. It really looked like slop to him, brown meat, white potatoes with a brown sauce and ugly green peas. Not very appetizing at all.

Lucian raised his eyebrows. Lucian shrugged. You live way the hell out here in the backwoods. Castor was a hero to their people. Back in the early days when immortals had joined the rest of the world, one of their number, a no-fanger named Leonius Livius had caused trouble for both the mortals and immortals alike.

So much trouble, in fact, it had forced the other immortals to form a council and hunt down him and his progeny. It was Lucian and Castor who had slain the monster that Leonius Livius had become. Both of them had been considered heroes. He was also my friend and before he died, he asked me to look out for Eshe and his family should anything happen to him. Lucian sighed and set his fork and knife aside. At least one survived. He calls himself Leonius Livius the second.

If he was anything like his father, his atrocities should not have gone unnoticed all this time. He only came to our attention earlier this summer. He kidnapped two women from a grocery store parking lot up north. My men got one of the females away and killed three or four of his sons, but then had to hunt down the other female and the man who had taken her.

Eshe was in on the search and was apparently spotted and recognized. Armand nodded solemnly. But Eshe is another matter. She was ready to walk down the main street in Toronto nude to get his attention and have her chance at him when she heard he was looking for her. Armand chuckled at his sour expression. The best way to get her to do anything is to have me tell her to do the opposite. Take her on picnics, and hay rides or whatever you hayseeds do. Lucian rolled his eyes. He peered at the long stretch of highway for a minute, slow to recognize the fiery vision approaching for what it was, a motorcycle with red, yellow and orange LED lights around the tires and across the body that made it look like the bike was roaring up the road aflame.

It was one hell of a magnificent sight. This was far away from being inconspicuous. There were probably eyes peering out the windows of every house she was passing and fingers excitedly punching in numbers on phones as word spread about the super cool motorcycle that just rode past their place.

Not much went on in this small community. He had a moment to get a closer view of the array of lights on the machine before the engine fell silent and the rider disembarked. The woman was tall, at least six feet, and she appeared to be all lean muscle in the black leather she wore. She also moved with the predatory grace of a panther stalking its prey as she walked to the door of the diner.

The woman had a perfect body with a nice round rump he suspected would be a pleasure to touch for any reason. It forced him to shift his attention to her front as she paused inside the door to undo her jacket and peer around. It was quite a nice view too, he had to admit. Black leather pants stretched tight over long, lean legs, but she also wore the black leather jacket now open to reveal some sort of black leather corset that left the upper curves of her breasts on display. He found her heart-stoppingly beautiful.

She wore it short on the sides and a little longer on top, and was presently running her long fingers through in an effort to repair the flattening influence of the helmet, but it looked a perfectly natural dark brown, almost black to him.

Although, there appeared to be a fleck of lighter color at the ends in some places. I had to do it myself and I am not a hairdresser. This is the best I could do in the time you gave me. You had better be following the speed limits. Armand stared at his brother with fascination. Lucian had never been much of a talker, mostly grunting and glaring at everyone, but Eshe appeared to exasperate him into speaking. Get over it already.

I always thought it was his age. Eshe snorted at the suggestion. Father time over there just likes to carry the weight of the world—not to mention passing time--on his shoulders like a Vampiric Atlas. I enjoy life to the best of my abilities and leave Lucian and others like him to be the grump masters. Eshe raised her eyebrows. Because there are a ton of them over there. Especially Britain. Even the mortal males when they get older are grumpy and bossy in Britain.

Grimacing, he slipped it from his pocket, flipped it open and pressed it to his ear, wincing when Paul, his manager at the farm, began to squawk in panicked tones.

Armand nodded and began to slide out of the booth as Eshe got out to make way for him. The front door is always unlocked. No one bothers anyone out here and crime is pretty rare. He waited just long enough for Lucian to grunt an acknowledgement and then smiled at Eshe and strode out of the diner.

He could feel her watching him as he left and wished he could watch her too. She was a beautiful woman and he was looking forward to her company at the farm.

His manager handled things during the day and had the evenings off and Armand was usually alone there. It would be nice to have someone to talk to for a change, especially someone he found attractive. His affection for them had been based more in friendship and companionship than in pure animal lust. Eshe watched Armand walk out of the restaurant, her eyes sliding from his broad shoulders to the narrow waist and then down over his behind and legs.

He had a confident walk with a hint of a swagger that was purely unconscious she was sure, a natural rolling of his feet and shifting of hips as he moved. His broad shoulders remained straight, his head high. Armand seemed to have been gifted with a little extra helping of that certain something. Eshe glanced around with surprise at that comment from Lucian.

He was halfway through his meal and eating quickly. She settled back in the booth to watch him, eyeing the food curiously. You read every newcomer you encounter. Eshe scowled at him as he popped the food into his mouth, mostly because he was right. Life was terribly drab and boring without the vibrancy a life mate brought to it. That being the case, the first thing she usually did on meeting someone was try to read them.

After living so long, life could get a bit boring at times. A gal had to amuse herself somehow. Shrugging the question aside, she glanced to Lucian. Lucian nodded without even glancing her way. Eshe made a face. Eshe frowned as she retrieved her helmet from the table. The words startled her so much that Eshe stopped walking.

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