to dwell on the memories.
When the door to the living room opened a moment later, he simply opened one eye.
Declan watched as a tall, dark figure slipped into the room, missing his presence in the shadows. The lights from the garden offered little help and he blinked in the darkness. Dressed in black, the intruder was almost invisible and for a brief moment, he thought he was dreaming.
Until his visitor stepped into a strip of moonlight.
His heartbeat quickened. He couldn’t make out the features, but the delicate face and slender body were definitely female.
What the hell?
A supernatural? A stalker? A burglar? He frowned. Whoever she was and whatever she wanted, she could only mean one thing. Trouble.
Damn. His instincts would usually be to charge forward and attack.
And yet he simply sat and watched.
Surprised? Yes. Intrigued? Definitely. Scared? Hell no.
The first thing he noticed was the way she moved. Silent and graceful, almost feline in the way that she sauntered across the room. She appeared in no hurry, but why should she be when the house was in darkness and they were all presumably out for the evening?
Or not.
At the fireplace, she slid her hands along the mantelpiece, and it suddenly dawned on him. A cat burglar. And she was here for their daggers.
As she touched each dagger, almost in admiration, he nearly laughed at her audacity. Their new perimeter security system was the finest around and with three Keepers in residence – all with supernatural hearing – the fact that she’d managed to break in was impressive.
Declan knew she’d be no match for him. After all, he was a Keeper and with that came superhuman powers, speed and strength.
He’d deal with her. Yes, he expected an explanation. Later. For now, he wanted to see what mademoiselle cat burglar could do. The daggers were charmed with a protection spell and only a witch would be able to remove them from their rightful place on the wall. He was curious to see his intruder’s reaction when she failed to crack it.
His jaw unhinged when she rocked back on her heels, the first dagger in her hands.
Foolproof, my ass.
Without making a sound, Declan discarded his glass of whiskey along with his surprise.
It was time for a game of cat and mouse.
Kate’s heart pounded with excitement, adrenaline coursing through her, and she grinned at the first two daggers in her hand. Ancient, blunt, discoloured, a pentagram etched on each handle. Had it not been for her late mother’s letter urging Kate to find them, she would never have believed they were anything special.
Hope flared for the first time in months and she hugged the daggers to her chest before carefully placing them in her rucksack.
Her days of running were over.
“Looking for something?”
Kate’s body shook right to the core as she heard the words muttered in the darkness behind her. Dropping the rucksack, she spun around with a force that almost dislocated her shoulder, and gaped at Declan Bennett highlighted in the strip of moonlight. Although she’d always found darkness comforting, she’d known that it could someday hold an element of surprise.
This particular surprise was standing a few feet from her wearing a grim expression. He was tall with broad shoulders and a voice that hinted of arrogance and control, a voice that rocked her world completely.
Again.
Oh, my God.
“What are you doing here?” she cried as icicles washed over her.
“I could ask you the same question.”
“I thought you were out,” she replied, lowering her voice and stepping back into the shadows. If he recognised her, trouble wouldn’t begin to describe it.
“Clearly.” Irritation lined his voice and she forced herself not to flinch. “Who the hell are you?”
He moved forward and she edged away from the fireplace, tugging her hoodie forward to cover her face. Damn, she wasn’t prepared for Declan. Not now, not like this, and the last thing she needed was for him to recognise her. The woman who had sought him out three months ago, disarmed him with feminine wiles, and stolen from him.
He’d be furious.
Filled with restless energy and the urge to run, she glanced at the living room door, calculating her fastest exit route.
His smouldering gaze followed hers before pinning her with a look that almost made her squirm. “You think you can run?”
“Would you stop me?”
“Absolutely,” he shot back as the corner of his lips curled in a predatory smile that sent her heart rate soaring.
She’d been busted red-handed and he was smiling at her? It caught her off-guard. “You find this amusing?”
“Do you know who I am? Who we are?”
“I know enough.”
“So you know we have zero tolerance for thieves?”
“Doesn’t everyone?”
“I’m not everyone. That should concern you,” he said, his words edged with a warning that made her stomach lurch.
She glanced at the door again, her heart pounding.
He tilted his head to follow her gaze again. “You really think you can outrun me?”
Raw adrenaline pumped through her, her body primed to flee. Her heart slammed against her rib cage and she drew in a sharp breath. Think, think, think.
“You have two options, Catwoman.” Declan turned his eyes back to her. Although it was dark, she knew their colour. She’d never been able to shrug off the memory of those expressive blue eyes that sparked with intensity and mischief.
“And I’m busting at the seams to hear them.”
“Option one is where you surrender and explain why you’re here.”
“Not appealing. And two?”
Declan waved a hand at the door. “Or you can run.”
Kate narrowed her eyes. Not quite what she’d been expecting to hear. Although his tone was easy, he dripped with challenge.
But
