Angel Seduced

Book 3: The Hidden Series

by Jaime Rush

Genres: Fantasy Romance; Paranormal Romance; Dragons & Mythical Creatures

Synopsis

New York Times bestselling author Jaime Rush brings us the third book in her paranormal series about dragons, angels, and dark magic. Kye knows that her boyfriend Kasabian is in grave danger, investigating a series of kidnapped children. She knows he's pushing her away for her own safety, but she won't let him face it alone. Kasabian will risk anything to rescue the children, and he has a bold plan to allow himself to be taken hostage by the kidnapper, Silva. While he tries to reason with Silva, Kye is racing again time to discover where the kidnapper is holding him . If Kye is reunited with Kasabian, will their combined powers be enough? The fate of the Crescents-and Kye and Kasabian's hearts-hang in the balance.

Release date: February 25, 2014

Publisher: Forever

Print pages: 368

Sample

Chapter 1

Kye Rivers bypassed the velvet rope that corralled the line of people waiting to get into the Witch’s Brew. Too bad the handful of Mundane humans didn’t know this exclusive Miami nightclub allowed in only Deuces like her. Of course, they knew nothing at all about Crescents, humans who carried the DNA of gods and angels. Kye traded a greeting with the bouncer and entered the jam-packed cave of a building.


Sarai raced over, her serving tray tucked under her arm. “Kye, wait ’til you see the new bartender! His name is Kasabian. He’s totally hot. And”—she gave her the wait for it grin—“he’s Caido.”


“No way. Maybe it’s a Deuce illusion, like his gimmick.”

“He couldn’t hold it for two whole shifts. Plus, he’s healed a couple of people with some kind of angel-essence thing.” Sarai cracked her gum. “There was quite a stir at first, as you can imagine. The women were all gaga, and the guys were all ‘why’s the pretty boy Caido working here?’ But people are starting to warm to him. He’s nice. Not snotty like Tad or slutty like Donnie was. He’s politely turned down overtures from every woman who’s come on to him.”

Kye’s gaze went right to the new face behind the bar. The gorgeous new face. Red lights within the thick glass counter cast a glow over the angles of his cheeks and the gloss of his dark-blond hair. Kasabian might be new to the Brew, but he was clearly not new to tending. He flipped bottles, poured, and returned them to their places with the speed and grace of a juggler. The relaxed smile on his face indicated that he was enjoying it. So were the people watching him in rapt awe. Of course, that could be the Thrall, the way Caidos could hypnotize with their preternatural beauty. Because of what Kye did for a living, she’d learned to shut out that allure.

But damn, fascination stirred deep in her chest. Whoa, cut that shit out.


Kye shrugged. “Just another gorgeous Caido.” She pushed her long, blond hair back over her shoulder. “Think I’ll order a drink now.”

“Hah. You are so totally checking him out—” Sarai’s teasing smile disappeared. She gripped her arm, the mist in her eyes stirring like storm-tossed clouds. “Don’t do it!”

“You’re freaking over me ordering a drink from the guy?”

Sarai shook her head. “I’m feeling a lot more than a drink. First, I sensed that there could be something good and hot and sexy between the two of you. Which was crazy enough. Then I got a really bad feeling.”

Kye splayed her hand on her chest. “Uh, remember who you’re talking to. The girl you’re always giving a hard time because I never date.”

“Remember who’s doing the talking. I had a feeling about that guy Katie was dating, and he ended up being a drug dealer. I warned Rhea that her brakes were going to give out, and the mechanic said they wouldn’t have lasted another day.”

“I don’t doubt your forecasts. Maybe something good and bad would come from getting involved, but I’d never get romantic with a Brew employee.” She patted Sarai’s hand. “I need to meet him. He’s in my world, after all.” The Brew was her second home, the employees a sort of family.


But yeah, it was odd that a Caido was working at a Deuce nightclub. All three classes of Crescents traced their ancestry to a mysterious island in the Bermuda Triangle, where humans had procreated with gods, but none intermingled much socially. Caidos, who were descended from fallen angels, were downright reclusive.

Kasabian looked up, zoning right in on her as she approached. His hazel-green eyes held the Caido glitter, like sun on early morning frost. Each of the three classes held their unique magick in their eyes, visible only to other Crescents.

He watched her, even as he shoved limes into two Coronas and pushed them across the counter to the men waiting for them. “What can I get you, love?” he asked when she reached him. “Love”? What kind of Caido was this guy?


The smooth edge of the counter pressed into her palms as she leaned forward. “Know how to make the Whis-Kye?” she called out over the pounding beat of Katy Perry’s “E.T.”

His mouth curved into a heart-stopping smile as his gaze lingered on the patch on her black leather jacket that read NO DOES NOT MEAN CONVINCE ME. “You must be Kye. Before he left, Donnie filled me in on the special customers. From what I’ve heard, you’re quite special.” He held out his hand. “I’m Kasabian.”


A strange twist of anticipation and fear overtook her, but she slid her hand into his—and instantly knew why. A jolt like a low-level electrical surge went through her. She pulled her hand back, heat flushing over her. He was watching her as though he expected her to react, so she did her best not to.

He turned and pulled down the bottle of Johnnie Walker Black whiskey with one hand, a highball glass in another. There were no available stools, but the couple beside her shifted so she could settle in more comfortably. Which she shouldn’t do. Which she did.

Kasabian mixed the drink Mike, the club’s owner, had concocted for her years ago. Whiskey, Mountain Dew, and a splash of lime, just enough liquor for a tiny buzz. He snuggled a wedge of orange on the rim and slid the glass in front of her. Someone farther down the bar flagged Kasabian down.

“Don’t go,” he said, moving away to take an order. He made three different drinks and pulled one draft. His tight black shirt showed off a physique he got doing more than tossing bottles. Not bodybuilder thick, but lean and well defined. He returned to her. “Mike told me you’re a Zensu Deuce, that you pick up people’s sensual pathos and fix them. He thinks you’re a goddess.”

Embarrassment stung her cheeks but warmed her heart. That was a lot more appreciation than she’d ever gotten from her own family over her gift. She couldn’t go into how she’d helped Mike with his sexual dysfunction, discovering it stemmed from an impotency spell cast by an ex.

“I’m a certified sex therapist,” she felt compelled to say. “With a doctorate in clinical sexology.”

“Plus a dash of magick.”

She lifted one shoulder. “To be honest, it’s mostly the magick.”

Kasabian regarded her with a curious expression. “You pick up people’s feelings?”

“It can work that way, if someone asks me to open the door. I don’t make a habit of eavesdropping. In fact, I keep the psychic door closed most of the time.”

He gestured for her to lean closer, then leaned in himself. She had the bizarre notion that he was going to kiss her. Even more bizarre, she involuntarily licked her lips in anticipation. His mouth moved close to her ear, brushing the shell of it ever so slightly as he said, “So, what do you get from me?”

She tried to stifle her shiver at his touch. He leaned back, and she saw that his question was a challenge, maybe a test. She opened the door and…holy Zensu, a wave of desire, pain, and heat washed over her. Desire for her. He’s Caido. This can’t be right. She’d never picked up anything like that before. It spiraled inside her like a vine, a dark hunger twining through her until she slammed the door shut.


She worked to mask her surprise, along with the flush on her face. She had to lean close to him now. “I got nothing, but that’s no surprise. Caidos don’t have sexual pathos…or sexual anything. You’re all shut down.” She grabbed her drink, intending to turn around and leave.

Kasabian’s raised eyebrow and smile said, I don’t believe you. He gave her a wink and tipped his chin toward the dance floor. “Go dance, give me something to watch.”


Was he serious? His playful smile could go both ways.

A woman tugged her sleeve. “Are you Kye? I was told you could help me with…a problem.”

“Yes, yes, I can.” Kye gratefully led her to her usual table. Damn, did she need a diversion from the way his smile still tingled through her.

A RESERVED sign sat on the shiny black tabletop. Mike let her conduct business in the club, and she insisted on giving him a cut. Some people felt more comfortable talking about their sexual issues in loud, smoky surroundings. The club had become her second office.


It was damn annoying how Kye’s attention kept straying to Kasabian through the night, how her mind kept replaying their conversation. Women gawked and flirted, but he didn’t flirt back. She was glad to see him leave while she finished up with a client session after closing time.

Her relief evaporated when she stepped into the well-lit parking lot and spotted him leaning against a deep yellow sports car. As though he were waiting for her. The thought fluttered in her chest. Not helping, the Lotus’s license plate read NOANGEL, and black angel wings spread across the hood. Caidos in particular were drawn to fancy, fast cars, funded by the good investments many had made in real estate before the boom.


But the man himself was far sexier than his car. His arms were loosely crossed in front of his chest, which made his biceps bulge nicely. She told herself it was enough to enjoy the view. Men who took care of their bodies, working out enough to build muscle without looking jacked up, were eye candy. No calories in looking.

The thick, black heels of her boots clunked on the asphalt. She felt such an odd pull toward him that she gave him a brief smile and made to continue on.

“Aren’t you hot in that?” he asked, gesturing as though he were wearing a jacket.

She slowed to a stop in front of him. “Only when I dance.” No matter how warm she got, she never took off the black leather jacket with her patches and studs.

“And you didn’t dance.” He tilted his head, giving her an oh-my-gods-stop-my-heart pout. “Pity.”

“Are you flirting with me?”

He arched an eyebrow. “You make it sound like a crime.”

“What you’re hearing is surprise. I know it’s painful for Caidos to feel desire, punishment when your forefathers fell to human temptation. Don’t worry. As a therapist, I’m sworn to secrecy,” she added. “Caido clients tell me it’s easier to shut down their desire. Yet you do…feel desire.”

“Ah, so you did sense it.”

“You threw me off back at the bar. First that you were flirting, then that you asked me outright to feel you.” She had an instant visual image of her hands sliding down those biceps. “I mean, to sense your feelings. You’re different.”

“Very. I don’t usually flirt.” He let his gaze drift down over her black leather skirt and fishnet stockings. His eyes met hers again, jumpstarting her heart. “You have a strange effect on me.”

Ditto, buddy. Which made her all too aware that they were outside alone together.


His chuckle rolled across her skin. “Don’t worry, I’m not waiting out here to pounce on you.”

“But you are waiting for me.”

“Yes, I am.”

“You’re not going to ask me out or anything, are you? Because I don’t date.” He didn’t say anything, which made for a really awkward few seconds. “It’s a general rule, nothing personal. If…that’s what you were going to ask.” She would thwap herself on the forehead if it wouldn’t look stupid.


And, of course, as a Caido, he picked up everything she was feeling, which put a sexy smile on his face. “As much as I’d love to hook up with you, it’s not feasible. Or wise.”

He’d love to hook up with her. She tried to stanch her reaction.

He gave her a sympathetic smile. “The love guru doesn’t date? That’s sad.”

She debated being obtuse but decided it was better that he knew she wasn’t just playing hard to get. “Being involved with someone interferes with my abilities. The drama and distraction, even if things are going well, takes over my mind. All I get is noise when I read someone.”

He cocked his head. “And that terrifies you. Why?”

She really hated that he could read her. “Helping people is important to me.”

“Which leads beautifully to the reason I’m waiting for you. The Caido/Deuce couple who came in and greeted you like you were their best friend, who danced together, and kissed…you helped them, didn’t you?”

Kye had watched them snuggling together on the dance floor with just a tiny bit of longing. “Sorry, client confidentiality.”

He rubbed his chin. “So you did help them. The only way they could be together is by doing the Essex. I assume you know what that is.”

She had been shocked and saddened to learn that the emotions Caidos picked up from others cut through them like a knife. It was a secret they held very closely, for their own well-being. Kasabian was testing her. She knew he wouldn’t volunteer the information. “That’s when a Caido exchanges his magick essence with a Dragon or Deuce. It’s how a Caido heals other Crescents’ emotional or physical pain. Unbeknownst to those Crescents, our essence has a balancing effect on him so he’s not as sensitive to others’ emotions. Or desire.”

He nodded. “But it only temporarily eases his pain. So a long-term relationship would eventually deplete her essence, because he would have to do it with her every day. No self-respecting Caido would endanger someone he cares about. So how is it that they’re together?”

“I can only give you a general answer. Not one specific to any couple in particular. I’ve come up with a way to make the Essex permanent.”

He pushed away from the car, interest crackling off him as he came closer. “Tell me more.”

She fought the instinct to back up a step. “I’ve had a few mixed-Caido couples approach me about circumventing the pain. They hadn’t meant to fall in love, but now they wanted to be together. I tried several different spells and magick devices, but nothing worked.”

He crossed his arms in front of him and rocked back on his heels. “And you take it very hard when you can’t fix someone.”

“You get that from me, too?”

“I suppose we both bear a similar burden in picking up feelings we have no business sensing. How does your permanent Essex work?”

She laid one of her hands on top of the other and let her fingers barely settle between each other. “With the Essex, you’re limited to how much essence you can exchange, kind of the way my fingers aren’t fully locked together. That’s why it’s temporary. The Cobra, which I named for the tantric position, surrounds the Essex process with magick that acts as a conduit, allowing both essences to reach fully toward each other, like this.” She laced her hands together, fingers straight so that they formed an X. “This starts the bonding process. The last step is when both parties actually pull each other’s essence into their souls, permanently locking them together.” Her fingers wrapped over her hands as though in prayer. “At least, I think it’s permanent. The first couple did it four months ago, and it’s still holding strong.”

“Why haven’t I heard about this magick of yours? The Caido community should be buzzing.”

“I haven’t made it public yet. There are some side effects I’m still working out. The Caido is bombarded by every emotion he’s ever repressed. It can be intense. One Caido had to, as he put it, get deprogrammed. It was a fail, and yes, I took it hard. Another effect: the couple is emotionally bonded, perhaps permanently. And one Caido experienced a resurgence of buried memories.”

Kasabian’s eyes shimmered. “Buried memories?”

“It apparently caused some big problems, but he couldn’t give me any details beyond that. He just wanted me to know that it happened.”

Kasabian went silent for a few moments, sliding his fingers across his mouth. “Can you do it so a Caido can simply experience desire?”

“Only if you have a committed partner who wants to be permanently bonded to you.”

“That would not be a good thing. For any woman.”

“Why?” The mystery of him pulled at her, the dark desire she’d sensed.

“Oh, love, there you go, needing to help even though you know you should run the other way.” He lowered his chin, the street light reflecting off his razor-sharp jawline. “And you should run. I’m forty ways fucked up.”

She swallowed. No one had ever made her this off balance. “I do want to help. Too many messed-up people are not only suffering but also inflicting their misery on others.”

“I assure you that I’m not inflicting my anything on anyone.” He reached out and brushed the back of his hand down her cheek. “As much as I’d like to.”

She stumbled back, his touch curling throughout her body. “I should go.”

Hunger flashed in his eyes. “Yes, you should.”

Go, run, and never look back.


Chapter 2

Another game, Mr. Grey?” one of the Youth Harbor kids called out as he ran the basketball down the court.


Kasabian dropped down on the bleachers, catching his breath. “I’m done.”

“Getting old, Kasabian?” one of the kids chided.

“Yeah, thirty-two and over the hill.” Of course, that was old to these kids. They couldn’t yet comprehend how long Crescents lived, how those years would drag on. “Five hours straight, and I can’t take a break without getting harassed?” Had he been this relentless when he lived here? Yeah, probably, in his eagerness for a grown-up’s attention.

Most of the Harbor kids were Caidos, but some were Dragon or Deuce orphans. Here, there was none of the separation that eventually happened between the Crescent classes. They all belonged equally. And while Kasabian had felt safe and accepted here, he had never truly belonged.

“I’m done, too.” Daniel Portofino, another volunteer, flopped down beside him, panting. “Man, I can’t believe you do this and then work until three in the morning.”

“Helping out here is recreation for me.” He liked giving back to the place that had taken him in after his mother’s murder when he was twelve. “Actually, so is bartending.”

“I don’t know how you do that, either. All those emotions, people getting hot for each other, jealousy…that’s got to kill you.”

Even joy felt like a thousand razor blades across his soul. “I’d rather suffer than shut myself off from humanity.” Kasabian wasn’t about to tell anyone he craved emotions. He leaned back on the bleacher behind him. “Ever been in love, Daniel?” At his surprised look, Kasabian added, “Not seriously in love, but crushing on someone even though you knew it wouldn’t work? Because we’re Caido.” An innocent crush, he wanted to add, but his thoughts about Kye were far from innocent.


Daniel stared at him for a long second, some odd emotion flashing behind his dark blue eyes. “Once. Long time ago. You?”

Kasabian chuckled, shaking his head. “There’s this Deuce chick who hangs out at the Witch’s Brew, and she’s freakin’ amazing.”

“A Deuce?”


Caidos couldn’t pick up the emotions of other Caidos, but Kasabian didn’t need supernatural ability to see that the idea annoyed Daniel. Who cared? It felt good to talk about her. “Long blond hair, the creamiest skin I’ve ever seen, dresses all biker-chick in black leather and fishnets.” He thought back over the last few nights that he’d seen her at the Brew. “Last night she finally danced within sight of my bar, and man, can she move. She kept checking to see if I was watching.” And he had been, every spare second. It had been a long time since he’d desired a woman, and then only fleetingly. With Kye, he couldn’t seem to stop.

“You going to act on it?”

“I have to do the Essex twice a night to dull the pain. But wanting her is as far as it goes.” The only thing he and Kye could ever do was exchange furtive glances.

“Smart. That kind of thing never works.”

“Actually, it could.” For normal Caidos, anyway. “She’s a Zensu Deuce, and she’s come up with a permanent Essex so the Caido is immune to his lover’s emotions.” Then he remembered that it wasn’t public knowledge yet, so he added, “But keep that to yourself.”

“Caidos should stick with their own.”

It was easier for Caidos to get together. Desire didn’t hurt as much if they were in angel form, nor did any emotion, a layer of protection that allowed them to heal others. Caidos could Invoke and partake in carnal activities with a non-Caido, but the numbness also muffled the excitement. And, unfortunately, holding on to angel form for the sole purpose of getting off was difficult. After a while, it was easier—hell, necessary—to douse desire altogether.

Until someone like Kye came along.

“Yeah, and that would be fine if there were plenty of Caido females.” Part of the curse their forebears passed on was relatively few females in their Crescent class. At least that was the theory.

“That’s why some males turn to each other. Ever considered that?”

Kasabian shook his head, wondering if Daniel was making a pass at him. “I like women way too much. Their curves, the soft mounds of their beautiful breasts…” Kye popped into his mind again, and desire prickled through him. Yeah, she had some nice curves, all right.

Daniel’s mouth tightened, like he was preparing some kind of lecture, but his sulk turned into a speculative look. “A permanent Essex, you said? How does it work?”

Kasabian demonstrated the way Kye had.

“Who is she?” Daniel asked, not so judgmental anymore.

“Kye Rivers.” Damn but he liked the way her name rolled off his tongue. “But remember, she’s not offering this magick to just anyone. In fact, I probably shouldn’t have mentioned it.”

“Kasabian!”

Hayden Masters approached from the end of the bleachers. He acknowledged Daniel with a nod but focused on Kasabian. “Can I talk to you for a sec?” He glanced at Daniel. “Sorry, but it’s confidential.”

Kasabian pushed up, excusing himself. He bumped knuckles with the big Caido, and they headed out of the gym.

Hayden lowered his voice. “Something came up at work that you need to know about. Even though you’re not supposed to know.”

“Gotcha.”

Hayden was a Vega in the Guard, the Crescent’s police force. He’d shared some of his cases, mostly hunting down Crescents who broke the laws of the Hidden. Rule Number One was to never reveal the magick of the Hidden to Mundanes. Other rules focused on not using fangs, orbs, or other magickal weapons on either Mundanes or Crescents. Not that everyone obeyed.

They stepped out into the humid air, the afternoon sun cooking them until they moved beneath a tree by the tennis courts. Two Harbor residents were batting a ball half-heartedly back and forth.

Hayden braced his hand against the tree trunk. “A five-year-old Caido boy was picked up this morning, just wandering the streets. The kid was weak, disoriented, and mute. Whatever he’d gone through traumatized him pretty bad. And he had this.” He yanked up his shirt to reveal a faint gray starburst over his diaphragm.

Kasabian felt a squeeze where his own scar was. “Hell. Whoever kidnapped us more than twenty years ago is still doing it.” He remembered the group of kids who’d escaped with him, none with any memory of their captivity. Once sexual abuse had been eliminated, based on physical exams, all they had were questions. Four years of captivity were locked away in some part of Kasabian’s brain that no magick or hypnosis could touch.

Kye’s voice echoed in his mind: One Caido experienced a resurgence of buried memories.


“Did you talk to the kid?” Kasabian asked.

“Yeah, for about three minutes. My sergeant called me in because he knows about our ordeal and recognized that it was the same type of scar I have. He thought if I showed the kid, maybe he’d open up. And I think he would have, only my sergeant pulled me out of the room. He said. . .