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Arrow to the Soul

Author(s): Lea Griffith

She walks in the darkness—it is all she has ever known.

Arrow walks with death. It is bitter and black, and covers every step she takes. Trained from the crib to be nothing more than a death-bringer she knows she was born without a soul. The darkness is where she’s comfortable and she carries the weight of her duty notched on bow—ready to fly straight and true in to her enemy’s hearts.

He has known love and loss—and then he finds her in the darkness.

Adam knows his calling. Protect and serve. As a member of Trident Corporation he has found the perfect place to meet his obligations. Then he sees a woman with eyes of amber and he is taken under by her darkness. He touches her heart and knows he has no choice—share his light with a killer or lose his soul to her.

Darkness and light. Two sides of one coin. Retribution draws them together but before all is said and done they will learn love can either break you or make you stronger.


Excerpt


The sounds of the busy outdoor café permeated Adam’s thoughts. A car backfired, people chatted, and the clank of silverware against plates was loud as he waited for her arrival. The smooth purr of a street bike hovered over the background noise. And then she was there.
The woman parked the sleek Suzuki Hayabusa 1340 and took off her helmet. Long, ebony hair, pin straight and so shiny, so soft looking his hands itched to grab hold of it, fell down her back, skimming the top of her luscious ass. His body hardened. Fuck.
She lifted a leg over the bike, and Adam’s hand tightened on the mug he lifted to his lips. She moved like water. Fluid, easy, and flowing—every movement a testimony to her training and something else Adam could not name. It was indefinable, but it spoke of a decided lack of worry, indeed an overabundance of confidence. Even as he recognized the seductive curve of her hips, the gorgeous, clean lines of her body wrapped in tight black leather, his mind struggled to reason with his body. Everything she was should be abhorrent to him.
But it wasn’t.
Her smell still taunted him, a phantom in his nose and over his tongue. He’d been in Vancouver once as the plum blossom trees were blooming. Their sweet, honeyed fragrance called to the wildness in Adam back then. Her scent had done the same four weeks ago.
He’d stood beside a woman who’d faced down over twenty-five armed men and dared them to save her sister. She threatened him, hell she’d threatened them all, and then she’d walked away, disappearing into the fog. He’d been marked that day by her golden eyes and hardened soul. Adam hadn’t been the same since.
It had been four weeks since they’d rescued Bullet from a water pit in Peru. They’d been the longest four weeks of Adam’s life, all because of the woman he now watched making her way toward a family of five.
It would be four when she walked away. If anyone nay-sayed her, the family would be wiped off the face of the earth altogether.
Adam couldn’t let that happen. Bullet begged him to go after Arrow. What she hadn’t known was he’d been planning on doing just that anyway.
He set his mug down carefully. The heavy afternoon heat of Mexico City didn’t faze him, yet nobody gave the woman a passing glance. Odd, considering she was decked out in full leathers and the temperature soared well over a hundred degrees today. But she seemed to fit into the tableau, the control she wielded somehow morphing the setting to her whim.
Heat be damned, she was a cold, calculated killer. The very air she stirred filled with her intent to eliminate life. And Adam hated death. At least unnecessary death. Sometimes the Great Spirit called on his people to do things for the continued good of the human race. Adam answered the summons on many occasions. But Arrow took any life she was paid for and simply kept moving.
Like the water her walk reminded him of, she flowed from one job to the next, never rippling, never rushing. The thought of what she was, what she did, left a sour taste in his mouth. He didn’t understand his irrational need to stop her and refused to delve too deeply into it right now.
She was about to set into motion events that would destroy relations between the United States and Mexico, and that Adam could not allow. The fact that Mexico’s President was in Joseph Bombardier’s pocket was irrelevant. That the man abused young Hispanic girls in ways that defied morality was disgustingly irrelevant. If he went down, so did the barrier between the number one drug cartel in Mexico and the United States. The dead bodies of innocents would litter the streets of every single town at the US/Mexican border.
The man needed to die, but not until this country was more stable. Still she walked, unhurried.
“Hey, chica!” some young boy yelled in her direction. “Ven aquí chica geisha.”
Adam winced. Come over here, geisha girl? Poor kid had no idea he’d just taunted one of the most deadly women in the world.
She ignored the kid, floating over the hot, pocked pavement as if she didn’t have a care in the world. She stopped about fifteen feet from the family and leaned against a wall in the shade. The President’s guards were being especially lax today. People milling by on the street stopped to meet and shake hands with their leader. It was unheard of.
Slowly and methodically Arrow rolled her right sleeve up to mid-forearm and then pulled an object from her backpack. She didn’t glance around, and the cadence of the rise and fall of her chest never changed. She was ice cold.
Adam cocked his head, and everything around him faded. His gaze sharpened on the object she strapped to her hand and everything clicked. He’d wondered how she would get a bow and arrow so close to her target without being seen by someone on the busy street.
But the wrist-mounted weapon she’d just strapped to her arm and loaded was her answer. Son of a bitch!
He stood carefully, taking a last sip of his bitter coffee before setting the mug down once again. Adam straightened his suit jacket, ran a quick hand through his hair, and began to move around the tables scattered on the sidewalk. His gaze narrowed, every movement she made raising the hair on the back of his neck.
She tilted her head and Adam froze. No way she’d seen him. He was like the water too. A smile ghosted her ruby-red, perfectly bow-shaped lips, and his breath stopped, clogging in his throat as a bead of sweat trickled down his back.
Their gazes clashed and emotion cut between them, potent and vicious. Her eyes sucked him in, and for a second he wondered if she was magic, drawing him to her—he the fly, she the spider’s web.
Adam shook his head, but the cloying effect of her gaze remained. She blinked, veiling her eyes, and the spell was broken. Then she raised her arm. He was too far away to stop her.
“Saya!” He let his voice rise above the din of the city around them. “Don’t do this.”
It wasn’t much, just a small flinch at the corner of her eye, but it was enough Adam knew she’d heard him. He’d used her name. That had to feel like a sucker punch.
“Leave,” she said, never taking her eyes from her target.
“I will not.”
“Then you may die with him today,” she whispered.


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ISBN (Electronic): 978-1-62916-056-6
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Date Published: 11/30/2036
Publisher: Taliesin Publishing

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