He’d left Chyna at her apartment with a promise they’d get together sometime the next day. He’d actually had a hard time forcing himself to leave her. The idea of holding her through the night as she slept had been a temptation he’d wanted to act on. And it was a first. He never wanted to spend a night in a woman’s bed unless it involved a marathon of sex. He walked down the sidewalk, waiting for the familiar pulling sensation that meant his prey was nearby. Most nights he never experienced it. It was a good and bad thing that San Diego’s crime rate had become so low. It was great for the mortals but not so much for him. He’d been created to send evildoers to the underworld to be judged. Without them, he didn’t have a real purpose. Jaxon had thought of talking to Anubis about being given another city to watch over, one that would keep him busy, but Jaxon liked San Diego and didn’t want to leave it. And now that he’d met Chyna, there was no appeal in leaving it at all.
