Chapter Eighteen

RPOV

I kept Lissa and Christian in the car until Dimitri and Ivan finished their initial sweep of the area. It was daylight so we didn't have to worry too much about Strigoi, but it was overcast and just the right amount of cloud cover that would allow them to stalk unsuspecting victims in the shadows. It was unlikely that they'd get anywhere close to Lissa or Christian, mainly due to the hunk of a Russian opening the door for us, though I'd most likely be the one to tip him off.

He'd tied his hair back into a low ponytail before leaving the hotel, and his duster shaped his tall, muscular form to perfection. He was dressed casually instead of in his Guardian uniform, but he still looked appetizing. A picture of him lying underneath me, shirtless, flashed in my mind causing me to moan.

"Roza." He growled low in my ear. "You've got to stop. I need to focus on my job, and I can't do that if my cock is begging to be buried inside you."

"It's not my fault you exude pure, unadulterated sexi