The Seven: A Taste for Jazz: Book 3 of The Seven series by Ciana Stone Page B

already taken care of that."
    "Oh, well in that case ... how long are we gonna be gone?"
    "Just the night."
    "Then yeah, I'd like to pack a few things."
    "Okay. Why don't I pick you up in - an hour? Two?"
    "An hour's fine."
    Rock got up and walked her outside. She started for her bike but he took hold of her arm and pulled her back to him. "You have any objections to sharing a room with me tonight?"
    "Not a one."
    Rock smiled and gave her a kiss that had her knees turning to jelly. When he released her she grinned up at him. "One hour."
    "I'll be there."
    With a sexy smile, she sauntered to her bike and climbed on. Rock waiting until she pulled away then went back inside to call the others and let them know he was bringing Jazz with him. As much as he hated deceiving her, he needed one of them to get inside her head and find out if she was on the level.
    Because if she was, his identity - all his identities, were endangered.
     

 
    Chapter Seven
     
    I've faced a lot of situations in my life, some pleasant, some not and some that were downright dangerous. But it's a fact that I never dreamed I'd be riding down the highway with a Shifter at the wheel, on my way to meet a Vampire, a Demon and a Wizard. That sounds like the start of a really bad joke.
    Who said fiction was strange? My life, of late, puts fiction to shame.
    I am curious. Rock says that the demon - correction Daemon is named Severin and is one of the most upstanding and honorable men he's ever known. Men? I asked about that. How can you call a Daemon a man?
    According to Rock, the word Daemon stems from Greek and the original meaning was Deity. Daemons are like some spawns from hell. They aren't inherently evil. They are immortal, however or virtually so. He says he's known a few in his life and has never known one to die of natural causes.
    A few have been killed, but it take a lot to kill a Daemon.
    Wizards, are sort of a Daemon/Fae hybrid species. They have extreme longevity and powers that belong to both Fae and Daemon, but their powers are somewhat diluted.
    Vampires? They don't have to hide from the sun. At least not all of them. Some are weaker than others and develop serious burns from overexposure.
    For the most part, the Seven aren't evil beings. At least according to Rock and what I learned from Stanzia. There are evil ones among them, but as a human I can't cast any stones over that. We have our fair share of evil.
    I've been thinking about Stanzia a lot. Why would she enlist me to guard Rock when he seems pretty damn competent of handling that on his own? And why doesn't he know her? If he's so important to her, why is she just now making a move to help safeguard him?
    It doesn't add up and things that don't add up make me nervous. And suspicious.
    Which is why I'm curious to hear what Rock's friends have to say.
     
    After the lavish style of Rock's house, Jazz was surprised when they pulled up in front of a small house with a wrap-around porch. There were lights on inside.
    "You won't need your guns," Rock commented as he parked the car.
    "You never know."
    He shrugged and got out of the car. She did likewise and followed him to the door. He rapped on it twice. A few seconds later it opened.
    Her initial reaction was holy shit. The man who stood inside the house was gorgeous. Long hair that just begged to have hands tangled in it, eyes the color of twilight and a face that she was not likely to ever forget.
    He was tall and lean, the kind of lean that bespoke of wiry strength and a flexibility that conjured up lascivious imaginings.
    "Conner." The man smiled and extended his hand.
    "Severin." Rock clasped his hand and pulled the man to him. They embraced in the manner of brothers.
    "I am Severin." The man's attention switched to Jazz.
    And earned another mental holy shit. Something blazed from his eyes, something with power.
    "Jazz Boudreaux." She offered her hand.
    His touch produced literal sparks, something that shocked the hell out of her and