Slowly, slowly he filled her, lodging his consciousness in her mind.
Only when he was certain he had full control did he open the eyes of his vessel and glance around.
Not surprising, he was lying in the back of a parked car. Tony had once again been pressed into service, driving Leah’s corpse to the chichi neighborhood, close enough to the house he wanted without being noticeable.
As Zak sat up in Leah’s body, he caught sight of Tony slumped against the door, lazily surfing the net on his phone. Then, perhaps sensing he was being watched, he turned to cast a bored glance over his shoulder.
At the sight of Leah the vicious killer released a scream that would have rivaled a teenage girl, emptying his bladder all over his fine chino slacks.
Ignoring the servant, Zak awkwardly pushed open the door of the car and stepped onto the shadowed street.
He (or rather Leah) swayed as he struggled to keep his balance. For all his skill it always took a few minutes to gain command over the body. Glancing down, he vaguely noticed he was dressed in a new pair of stretchy workout pants and a sports bra. Anya had chosen the clothing, claiming that Leah liked to go to the gym in the mornings. He didn’t care what was covering the body so long as it didn’t attract unwanted attention.
His focus was on the amulet that was strung around his neck by a thin gold chain. A lethal spell was etched into the soft metal, just waiting to be released.
Assured he had his weapon, Zak gave a swift glance around the sleeping neighborhood before crossing the tree-lined street. His movements grew progressively more fluid as he followed the curved driveway leading to a three-storied home built of a pale red stone.
The roof was sharply slanted and shingled with dark tiles. The large windows were framed by white shutters and to one side was a four-car garage.
At the front was a wide veranda with stately columns and double doors that were an invitation for the enemy to enter.
A sneer curved Zak’s lips, an odd sensation as he realized Leah had recently had them plumped with a noxious silicone. He’d spent decades tracking down the relic demanded by Anya’s gods. And years more, to discover who was hiding the object.
The last six months had been devoted to monitoring Calso’s every movement.
He knew when the bastard woke up, when he went to work, when he went to bed, when he shit. He’d also done an equally thorough investigation on the man’s servants. He knew their routine better than they did.
Unfortunately, the constant surveillance on Calso hadn’t revealed the location of the coin, and with no guarantee he could pluck the knowledge from his mind once he was dead, Zak had been forced to come up with a plan that would give him the opportunity to search the house without alerting his prey.
Which was how he’d chosen Leah.
As Calso’s lover she’d been put into his security system. Which meant she was the only person besides Calso who could enter and leave without disturbing the security guard who patrolled the grounds.
And more importantly she remained human despite his magic that filled her corpse. The paranoid Calso had paid a fortune to have a powerful spell wrapped around his property to detect high-bloods. If he or Anya had gotten within a hundred feet of the house they would have set off a dozen alarms.
Halting in front of the door, Zak pressed his hand to the electronic reader. There was a low buzzing sound as the scanner read his fingerprints, then with a soft click the doors swung inward.
Zak didn’t hesitate as he entered the marble foyer that towered two stories, with arched windows that gave ample light for the tangle of plants that grew along the edge of the black and white marble tiled floor.
He ignored the double staircase that swept in a graceful arch toward the second floor, walking directly between them to the sunken living room at the back of the house.
He was equally indifferent to the white sectional couch that was arranged around the glass cylinder aquarium that was built from floor to ceiling. And the beautifully carved white marble fireplace where two black vases offered a stark contrast to the acres of white.
His only interest was reaching the office that he’d seen in Leah’s memories.
From what he could determine before Callie had so rudely intruded into his search of the young female’s mind, the office was the one place in the mansion that Calso refused to allow her to enter.
It seemed the feasible place to start his search.
Crossing the white carpet, he was just steps away from the closed door on the far side of the room when a faint sound had him spinning around.
He swallowed a curse at the sight of the short, nearly bald man with a round face and black, beady eyes. Around sixty years old, he was wearing nothing but a pair of boxers with his rotund belly sticking out like a hairy basketball.
Zak barely suppressed his sneer. It seemed impossible to believe that this pathetic norm could actually hold a piece of the gods.
“Leah?” Calso frowned, his expression wary even as his gaze slid a compulsive glance down Leah’s slender body. “What are you doing here?”
Zak clinically debated his option.
The easiest path would be to kill the fool and continue with his search.
On the downside, there were servants who would soon be waking. They were bound to eventually stumble over their dead employer.
Besides, he could use Calso’s pathetic obsession with the young female to help narrow down the exact location of his prize.
Forcing his feet to take a step forward, he gave a toss of his head, feeling his hair brushing the bare skin of his arms. It might have been centuries since he’d allowed himself to be led by his dick, but he remembered what had once excited him.
“I’m sorry.” He licked his lips. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
The dark gaze compulsively lowered to Leah’s br**sts, barely concealed by the sports bra, but his frown remained.
“I asked you a question.”
“I lost my phone.” Zak shrugged. “I thought I might have left it here.”
“And you decided to search for it at this hour?”
“I couldn’t sleep.”
There was a pause as the man struggled between suspicion and his libido.
Not surprisingly his libido won.
“A lucky coincidence,” he growled, strolling forward.
Zak covertly turned his head away from the windows that were beginning to lighten with the coming dawn.
His motor skills were improving, but only the shadows hid Leah’s lack of facial expression.
“And why’s that?”
“I couldn’t sleep either.”