“Maybe not, but I still want to check. The more information we have, the better.”

“I agree.” He kissed her shoulder. “I’ll have Micah look into it.”

“Thank you.”

He gave her another lingering kiss while running his palm down her arm and over her exposed breast where she’d pushed the blankets away. Isabelle closed her eyes. Her body, even after so much recent erotic attention, reacted to him.

He dragged her lower lip between his teeth. “Now, shower time.”

She grinned. “What if I want to take a shower in my own bathroom?”

“You can’t leave here until I lick the water rivulets running down this gorgeous body. After that I’ll release you.”

Isabelle couldn’t for the life of her find a flaw in that plan.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

SIXTEEN

THOMAS WATCHED ISABELLE GO OVER THE RECORDS of the demon’s four victims, her hair a strawberry-blond curtain around her bent head and her tongue tucked firmly between her teeth as she concentrated. Thus far she’d been businesslike about the whole thing, even though her sister’s records were in the batch she studied.

Along with Micah, he and Isabelle had spent the morning examining every piece of information they had on the flow of power of the four victims. Luckily, all the victims had detailed Coven records. Otherwise no type of analysis would have been possible.

Micah had entered the data into a software program he’d developed to look for patterns, but analysis would take some time. He was fussy with his numbers and had to tweak the recently created software to run the info through various sets of algorithms or whatever it was he’d been mumbling to himself about. His cousin had thrown himself into the project, heart and soul.

Someone knocked on the door. Thomas called enter and Adam stuck his head in. “You’re not going to believe this.” His gaze went to Isabelle.

She looked up at Adam and frowned. “What?”

Micah seemed oblivious to everyone and everything except the keyboard and the flickering computer screen in front of him. He never stopped typing.

“Your mother is named Catalina, right?” Adam asked.

Her frown deepened. “Yes…why?”

“She’s here.”

Isabelle blinked once and went very still. “As in at the Coven?”

“Yes. She’s asking for you.”

“Great. Just when you think things can’t get any worse, Catalina shows up.” She pushed her chair away from the desk, stood and gave a heavy sigh. “Where is she?”

“We put her in the second-floor receiving room.”

“Thanks, Adam.”

“She’s, uh, interesting.”

“Interesting, yeah. That’s one word of about five hundred you could use to describe my mother. All bad.”

“I’ll come with you,” Thomas broke in.

She glanced at him. “Please. You can play wrestling referee if she pisses me off.”

“Sure thing.”