J. Lynn - Unchained

The rhythmic tap of Lily Markss combat boots echoed off the steel roof of the Nancy Hanks Center, sending pigeons scattering into the dark sky. No one could hear her far above the corner of Twelfth and Pennsylvania Avenue.

Lily estimated the distance between the clock tower and observation deck to be about a hundred feet. Her emerald eyes narrowed on the tower as she clutched the bag close to her chest. Her plaid skirt swished around her thighs as she whirled, then leaped over the gap, grabbing the tower windows ledge. After hoisting herself up, she sat on the edge, legs dangling in the air. Tucking a strand of auburn hair behind her ear, she glanced furtively over her shoulder.

No one had followed her.

She ripped into the bag to retrieve her prize. As she sank her teeth into the burger, she immediately moaned at the taste of perfectly cooked, greasy mystery meat. In this world, where she spent most of her time knocking the crap out of stupid creatures that thought they could take her on, it was the little things that made her happy. Give her some artery-clogging burgers, and she was in heaven. Pathetic as it was, she needed moments like this.

She flicked a fry into her mouth and then froze. The feeling snaking down her spine was undeniable. He came so close, so fast, that she knew it was him.

Damn it, she muttered. Solitude and the privilege to eat her food in peace couldnt even be gained sitting on a damn clock tower.

Ignoring him would be a pointless endeavor. The tingling sensation grew as Lily peered down onto the observation deck and, like every time before, the mere sight of him stole her ability to form an intelligent thought. He had a name she couldnt begin to pronounce or spell, so shed always known him as Julian.

And when he wasnt around, she simply knew him as the pain in her ass.

Hello, my Lily.

She closed her eyes. Damn his voice to Hell and back. The sound, the deep timbre of the way hed said her name, crawled all the way to the pit of her stomach, where it smoldered.

She pried one eye open.

Julians lips formed a predatory smile. A full bottom lip and a thinner one on top curved in a way that was downright sinful. Those lips whispered promised pleasures, and they also carried an intensely real threat.

She needed to remember that.

Her wry gaze flickered over his face, and she bit back a sigh. She knew he was bad. Oh, he was so bad that almost all of her kind feared him. That knowledge did nothing to dampen her appreciation of his beauty. Male or femaleboth were in awe of him.

After all, Julian had been an angel.

Tonight, he wore black trousers and a buttoned-down white shirt. He must have grown bored with the buttons, though. Only half of them were done, and hard, pale flesh peeked through.

She found an ounce of common sense along with her voice. What do you want?

His smile widened. Isnt that a loaded question?

She rolled her eyes, taking a bite of her burger. Im on lunch break. So if you expect me to chase you off, youre mistaken.

He inched closer, the soft breeze tugging at his shoulder-length blond hair. What kind of Nephilim doesnt chase a fallen angel?

A hungry one, she muttered.

Perhaps Ive grown on you.

She thought about that for a moment. Hed been her shadow for nearly eight years. Sometimes she looked forward to their interactions. They were usually amusing if nothing else. No.

I dont believe you, he said softly.

His voice did funny things to her stomach, and she shifted uncomfortably. Her eyes met his brilliant blue gaze. Dont you have something better to do?

He tipped his head to the side, chuckling. After all this time, are you still afraid of me, my Lily?

What the hell was up with this my Lily crap? She hated it when he called her that. It was like she belonged to him in some way. That was a big, fat no. Lily belonged to no one. Okay, that wasnt true, either.

She belonged to the Sanctuary.

Are you? he prodded when she didnt answer.

The skin puckered between her brows. He could kill her with a single blow, but he had never seriously injured her. Not even once when she had managed to shove her blade between his ribs. He had simply knocked her away like a fly and continued about his business.

She remembered that night like it was yesterday. It was the second time shed seen him. At seventeen, shed been out hunting alone for the first time and was cornered by a deadhead while three more had snuck up behind her. Shed taken care of the one with no problem, but the others had been wound up. One wrong move and Lily had been cornered. Theyd circled her like vultures and, just when she thought she was about to bite the big one, Julian had swooped in from out of nowhere, disposing of the gruesome threesome.

Lily had stabbed him for it.

The second time hed saved her life was something she refused to think about. Like ever. No. Im not afraid of you, she said finally.

He flashed a set of perfect white teeth. You lie.

Youre annoying. She took another bite and briefly considered dumping the fries on his head.

How can you eat that crap? he asked.

Its not crap. Its delicious, and youre interrupting.

I only care about the state of your arteries.

Total bullshit and she knew it. I seriously doubt thats whats going to kill me.

I worry about you.

Her fingers dug into the sesame bun as she flat-out disregarded that statement. Why are you always following me?

I have to.

Why? The better question was how he was able to follow her in the first place. Nephilim like her were protected by a celestial shield that prevented the Fallen and their stupid, little minionsa cheesy nickname others of her kind had called Nephilim whod been corruptedfrom sensing their whereabouts.

He flashed her a wicked smile as the hue of his eyes deepened.

How can you find me? Since he appeared to be in a chatty mood and wasnt going anywhere, she asked something shed always wondered. Is my heavenly mojo not working or something?

Your celestial shield is fine. He tipped his head back, exposing his neck. A stupid move considering how vulnerable that made him, but then again, Lily knew he wasnt afraid of her at all. I will always know where you are.

A shiver tiptoed down her spine. Thatsthats kind of creepy. Care to explain?

Care to come down here, my Lily?

Stop calling me that!

His laugh was overtly masculine, dark. I think you like it when I do.

Her mouth dropped open as she stared in disbelief. Her temper, which she never really had a good grasp on, rose to the occasion. Shoving her half-eaten burger into the bag, she placed it on the ledge and then jumped from the clock tower. Landing in a nimble crouch a few feet from the fallen angel, she popped up, releasing the blades from the silver bracelets around her slim wrists. The polished bracelets werent just for looks.

His smile spread. Youre incredibly sexy when youre angry.

Something akin to pleasure shimmied over her skin, and that just pissed her off. There was a good chance she was angrier with herself than him, but at least she could act like a Nephilim was supposed to when confronted with their most dangerous of all enemies.

Im so done with you tonight. I have things to do. Like deadheads to hunt, minions to kill, and an order of fries with my name on it. She stopped in front of him, craning her neck to look him squarely in the eye. Being that he was well over six and a half feet, this wasnt easy to do for someone who barely stood five foot threein heels. Now get going or else.

Or what? He reached out, running the tip of his finger over the sharpened edge of her blade. The way he caressed it elicited another shiver from her. What will you do?