‘That’s the man we’re here for.’
‘I see him,’ Saba whispered, her eyes narrowing in quiet judgment.
‘All you have to do is follow my lead, baby.’
Her eyes lit up, gleaming with the thrill of the hunt.
They turned their backs on him and focused on making small talk with the other guests.
It didn’t take long for Deimos to make his move, attracted to the femme fatale on Mak’s arms as was every man with eyes in the room.
The plan was working.
He approached them with oily charm, shaking hands, his beady stare already on Saba, eating up her allure.
When he shifted to Mak, the man barely concealed his contempt.
Mak suppressed his fangs, tamping down the urge to bare them and sink their incised edges into Deimos’ temple.
‘ŠarSauvage. A pleasure to meet you,’ Deimos murmured.
‘And, you must be the jewel of the evening,’ he said, sliding those creepy eyes to Saba. ‘Your girlfriend or friend, perhaps?’ he added, slicing his predatory gaze back to Mak.
Mak realized that the man had no clue Saba was his wife.
He had no reason to have that knowledge.
He’d not been invited to their wedding, as they’d closed the event.
No images of her were in the public domain, as Mak preferred his privacy and that of his family.
Deimos probably thought she was nothing more than arm candy.
Saba shot Mak a warning glare and pluckedhissleeve when he opened his mouth, on the verge of correcting him. ‘I’m his companion,naam,’ she said.
The man bowed over her proffered hand. ‘A rare beauty at that.’
Her smile was polite but distant.
‘Sante,’ she replied, though her tone had an edge.
She was playing him, pulling at threads, waiting to see what would unravel.
Mak arched a brow at how fast she’d picked up on the game at hand, as his wonder of her ratcheted.
Mak turned back to the conversation, stroking his woman’s spine as his mind raced.
They had only a slight window to obtain what they needed.
After some minutes of small talk, Saba excused herself to the restroom, leaving Mak with Deimos.
The Codex man leaned in to Mak with a wink. ‘How the hell does a thug like you score a beauty like her?’
‘Hey, pal. Some shit is off-limits. We ain’t friends. You’ve no right to our love story.’
Deimos’ face blanched at Mak’s lopsided smirk.
‘Also, don’t hate what you can’t get, no matter how much you try.’
