She smirked, but resisted the urge to do a jig. Although in New York most people wouldn’t find it strange to see someone dancing in the street, she was trying to avoid attention. Take that, you pain in my ass. I finally bested you. Storm turned her head then her smile faded as a man materialized before her. None of the other pedestrians on the sidewalk acknowledged his appearance and Storm knew it was because he’d made it so they didn’t see him. That was instinctual for any being that worked for the Agency. Making sure mankind didn’t know they existed, while maintaining their protection, was a rule. Storm glared at the partner she’d been saddled with. His rich, dark-caramel skin highlighted masculine features that were so well put together, many would call him drop-dead gorgeous. All Storm wanted was for him to drop dead and leave her alone. His cold and detached expression only added to her wanting him to go away. He tilted his head back as if in challenge—his arrogance that he could ensure she didn’t escape him had been proven true, too often.
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