Immortals 01 The Calling Jennifer Ashley

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Amber put white hands on the side of the bed and pulled herself up to look over the mattress. "Is it
over?"
"For now. You can come out, Ferrin."
The snake poked his head out from under the bed. His tongue flicked as he tested the air. Then he slid
quickly up the bedpost and hid under a pillow.
"Pack up some clothes," Adrian said. "And as much of Susan's research as you can."
Amber looked dismayed as she surveyed the complete mess of her bedroom. "What for?"
"We can't stay here. The demon coasted in on our vision, and he'll find a way to coast in again. We
need to get whatever Susan found away from here."
"But you stopped the attack."
"I slowed him down a little." He took Amber's hands and pulled her up. "This is no ordinary demon.
He's something ancient, an Old One, a demon from before my time. My brothers and I were created to
stand against such demon, and we did, but it took our combined power to do so. I hadn't thought
demons of that caliber still existed."
"A demon worse than your garden-variety demon?" Amber asked, eyes widening. "Terrific."
"He killed your sister and he's after something-her knowledge of Tain, maybe. So we need to find Tain
be-fore the demon does."
Her dark brows furrowed. "Why would an ancient demon be interested in your brother?"
"I have no idea. If I can decipher the writing, maybe I can find out."
Amber took his hand. Her fingers were warm against his-she was always warm. "What I mean is, why
is he looking for your brother when you are right here in front of him? If he wants an Immortal, why not
take you?"
Adrian shook his head. "I don't know. I'm pretty powerful, and not easy to take. Tain has been missing
for seven hundred years. If a demon is suddenly interested in him, I want to know why."
"I can't just leave, Adrian. I have clients. And I have students to teach how not to blow themselves up
doing candle spells."
"They'll be safer without you near them."
His warrior's body hummed with the need to act, not argue. He'd been pent up, ready to climax under
her erotic touch, then had to force a huge amount of magic through himself to close the gap against the
demon. He wanted to rush Amber to safety, then turn and fight. It was what he was made to do.
Well-reasoned debates weren't his style.
"Where can we possible stay?" she went on. "This house has been warded for a century and a half.
And if the demon can get in here, where are we safe?"
"My house."
Her eyes widened. "Don't you live in Los Angeles?"
"Yes. You don't need to pack many clothes. We can buy what you need when you get there."
Amber looked at the mess again, pulse beating in her throat. It reminded Adrian just how delectable
her skin tasted. His adrenaline and his need for her crashed in a maelstrom inside him.
"What about my house?" Amber asked, oblivious of his desire to throw her down to the mess and take
her, never mind they didn't have time. "What will keep the demon from totally trashing the place?"
"He'll be following us, so he'll leave it alone."
"That's supposed to make me feel better?" she asked.
"The safest place you can be is with me." Adrian restlessly crossed the room and pulled a suitcase out
of the closet. He tossed it onto the bed. "Start packing, or I'll do it, and you know I'll pick the wrong
things. Forty-five hundred years observing humans and I still don't know what clothes females consider
important."
Amber looked like she wanted to argue some more, but she finally turned to the dresser, which the
wind had shoved sideways, and opened a drawer. "Last-minute plane tickets will cost a fortune. Unless
you have a private jet standing by?"
"We won't fly." He pushed aside the enticing thought of snuggling with her in the back seat of a plane,
kissing her as he pressed her against a bulkhead. "I'd rather not be trapped on a plane with a powerful
demon chasing me. Plus, we'd bring danger to the other passengers and the pilots. He could use their
lives as blackmail."
"I notice you feel free to put me in danger," Amber said as she stuffed handfuls of lingerie into her bag.
"You are already in danger, and I'm not letting you out of my protection. We'll take your car."
She blinked. "That will be safe?"
"As safe as anything. You ward your car, don't you?"
"Of course, but it's, what, a sixteen-hour drive to Los Angeles?"
He lifted the notebooks he'd dragged to the floor withthem and tossed them into her suitcase on top of
her underwear-her lacy bikini underwear. "I think so. But that's all right, I can drive and you can sleep.
Bring some CDs if you-want. I like Stevie Ray Vaughan "
Half an hour later, they were speeding south through Seattle toward Oregon and California beyond.
Amber glanced at Adrian, who sat calmly behind the wheel, dark eyes flickering as he watched passing
traffic, strong fingers steering with a light touch.
Sixteen hours, give or take, to his house with a demon chasing them all the way, and he was worried
about CDs. She felt herself inexorably pulled into something bigger than she was, bigger even than
Susan's murder, and Adrian, the being who dragged her firmly into the mire, was now the only one who
could protect her.
City lights glared on the windshield as they rolled through town, barely any traffic to slow them down.
This early it was cool, and Amber was glad of the wind-breaker she'd snatched up. Fog floated in
patches from Puget Sound, wisping across the headlights like ghosts.
Adrian leaned back in the seat, one arm resting onthe wheel as if he enjoyed driving. He'd brushed his
black hair and rebound it, letting the tail hang loose down his back. His square face and sinful eyes made
him look like a hero out of a romance novel, but experience had imprinted him, sharpening his edges.
He'd seen much, he'd fought much, and he was no pretty-boy.
He wore his black coat over his still-stained Tshirt, and the leather gaped where the demon had
pummeled him with the steel pole. She traced the gash across his shoulders as he steered the car around
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