Lifting her off her feet as soon as she reached him, he planted a smacking kiss on her laughing lips. “Ellie, those wings sure are sexy.” God, it was good to see him. “Put me down, gorgeous.” “Archangel the jealous type?” He continued to hold her, which argued to his strength—her muscle mass was high to begin with and her wings only added to that. Pushing at his shoulders, she freed herself. “I thought we had a vampire to catch?” “Yeah, come on.” His face—a stunning mix of Native American skin and bone structure, and eyes of Irish green—was suddenly all business. “The trail leads to a particular section of warehouses about five minutes away on foot. That’s why I asked you to land here.” “If you’re so close,” she said, “why did you wait for me?” Pretty as he was, Ransom was also one of the Guild’s top hunters, someone she’d have at her back anytime. “It’s not just one, Ellie.” He began to lead her past a huge boathouse and toward a number of warehouses she could see in the distance.
