Kade's Dark Embrace (Immortals of New Orleans) Read Free

And now this...she had no idea what the hell he even was. “Mister?” she spat out.
    “Please, call me Kade.” He spoke with just the smallest hint of a British accent.
    Albeit insincerely, she purred oozing sweetness and sarcasm, “Kade, our police department would love to cooperate with P-CAP just as soon we get the coroner’s exam completed.”
    “That would be lovely, Ms. Willows. Now, may I please look at the body?” he smirked.
    “Yes,” she curtly replied, moving out of his way so he could get a better look at the girl. Sydney could not believe her day. Okay, she could maybe do this...work with Kade, as long as he didn’t bite her, or claw her or bespell her, or whatever other supernatural shit he did. Even if she didn’t know what his deal was, she was convinced that he was capable of doing things that she would not like. She crossed her arms, irritated with the entire night. She knew one thing for sure; working closely with Kade was going to add exponentially to her overall, sexual frustration. Ugh, how was she ever going to get through this case being around this guy?
    She glanced over at him as he conversed with Tony. Kade’s sexy frame towered over her. He was well over six-five with loose, dark blonde hair that reached his collar. The strikingly handsome, hard planes of his face accentuated his piercing, ice blue eyes. Sydney could tell he was athletic and muscular, and wished she could see what was hidden beneath his navy, linen sport jacket. He defied her notions of how she imagined most supernaturals dressed, expecting him to be clad in black leather and chains. Instead, he struck her as classic, masterly, sensual. Sydney smiled to herself thinking that Kade looked like he just stepped out of a freaking Ralph Lauren ad. His cream, linen pants hung loosely on his tapered hips revealing just a glimpse of what supernatural 'assets' he had under them. Shit, Sydney, are you really looking at the man’s crotch at a crime scene? You so need to get laid.
    As she looked up, he caught her eyes and smiled. Oh, God...please don’t let him have seen me looking there. She quickly glanced at Tony who chuckled, “Hey, Syd, whatcha lookin’ at? There really is a lot to observe at the scene, huh?”
    Damn, she was so busted. “Shut it, Tony! Need I remind you that I was supposed to be off tonight?” she retorted.
    “Off or getting off?” he quipped.
    Her face flushed red in embarrassment. “Ha, ha. Tony. You boys keep talking. I’m actually going to work. I’ll be with Ada and find out what she’s got,” Sydney huffed. She was eager to put some space between herself and Kade. She needed to get her hormones under control and think. Why cover the body with tattoos? Why all the presentation? Obviously, the perp must get off on some kind of ritual during the actual killing. Some killers like to take their time, play with the victim, such sick bastards.
    Ada Billings, the coroner, stomped down the hill toward the body. Dr. Adalee Billings had been on the job as long as Sydney could remember. With not many women on the force, Ada was the closest female friend Sydney had. Ada was a beautiful, African American woman with dark, cocoa skin. At five-eight, she could have easily been mistaken for a model. Her ebony, shoulder length hair was usually pulled back in a scrub hat. But because she was supposed to be out with Sydney tonight, having dinner, her hair was fashionably coiffed into a French twist with a royal blue barrette. Quick-witted and insanely intelligent, Ada could go toe-to-toe with any person in the department, so the men just didn’t mess with her. Sydney loved having a smart girlfriend on the force, given she usually worked in a sea of men.
    As Ada leaned in to examine the body and set down her evidence kit, Sydney sidled up next to her, anxious to get Ada’s first impressions. The smell was overwhelming at this point. Death, animal or human, it was a smell that permeated the lining of your