Ilona Andrews - Magic Bleeds

I shut the glass door and locked it.

“The Pack has a personal stake in the matter,” Jim said.

“I see no basis for the Pack’s involvement.”

“Solomon Red was a closet shapeshifter,” Jim said softly.

The world stood on its hands and kicked me in the face.

“The man was deeply religious. It was a difficult thing for him. He didn’t shift but he had to live with the urge. The Pack gave him special permission to operate on his own in exchange for a cut of the Guild’s profits. First Joshua, now Solomon. There is a pattern.”

“How much of a cut?”

“Ten percent.”

Ten percent of the Guild’s take was a lot of money. Someone had killed two shapeshifters and just bit a large chunk out of the Pack’s income.

Curran kept watching me and I couldn’t shut him out enough to properly concentrate. “Who else knew about Solomon?”

“The Council.”

Fourteen people, two alphas from each clan. “So either this was a coincidence, or you have a traitor among the alphas.”

Jim’s eyes flashed green. “There are no traitors on the Council.”

I sighed. “Of course not—how dare the mighty shapeshifters have human vices.”

Curran leaned half an inch forward. “We’re not mercenaries, Kate. Don’t measure us by your standard.”

Thank you, Your Majesty. I looked at Jim. “The Order appreciates the offer of aid from the Pack, but given the sensitive nature of our investigation, we decline your assistance at this time.”

Curran showed me the edge of his teeth. “Are you implying my people can’t be circumspect?”

I looked at Jim. “Please relay my congratulations to His Majesty on learning such a big word all by himself.”

If Jim had been in his feline form, his whiskers and his fur would’ve stood on end.

I kept going. “Also please explain to him that either he has a traitor in the ranks, which means that his people aren’t circumspect, or Solomon’s murder was a coincidence and the Pack has no reason to bully its way into the Order’s investigation.”

“Why aren’t you talking to me?” Curran took a step from the mats.

“I’m following your orders to the letter. I was told to address all queries to your chief of security. But if you wish to speak to me directly, I’ll be happy to oblige.”

Curran’s eyes narrowed. “When did I say that?”

“Don’t be coy. It doesn’t suit you.” Stay cool, stay cool.

He shook his head. “It doesn’t matter. You have a tiny bit of power and you used it. Run with it while you can. In the end, the Order will let us in. I’ll go over your head.”

Jim took a small step forward. His teeth were clenched and the muscles on his jaw stood out. I actually felt sorry for him.

Stay calm. Don’t give him the satisfaction of seeing you lose it. I unclenched my teeth. “Right now you have nothing to justify your involvement. If I accept your offer of cooperation, I’ll have to clear it with Ted, who’ll block it, because he distrusts you on principle. It’s in your best interests to wait, until you can give me irrefutable proof that the Pack is being targeted, forcing Ted into a corner. If you want direct access to the knight-protector, you’re, of course, welcome to it. But please keep in mind that expecting understanding from Ted Moynohan is like waiting for wine from a stone. I, on other hand, am sympathetic to the Pack’s needs as a whole, no matter how much I might dislike interacting with you personally.” Because of Jim, and Derek, and Raphael, and Andrea, who wasn’t yet part of the Pack but who might end up there one day.

“So now you dislike me? Ironic, considering you pulled the plug on us.”

“I pulled the plug? You stood me up, you arrogant asshole!”

“You ran away!” He moved toward me. “I deserve an explanation.”

Slayer left its sheath almost on its own. It was the fastest draw of my life. One moment empty space lay between us and the next my saber jumped into my hand. “You deserve nothing.”

Gold rolled over Curran’s eyes, so briefly that had I blinked, I would’ve missed it. His face gained a slightly bored expression. “Do you honestly think your toothpick can hurt me?”

“Let’s find out.”

“Let’s not.” Jim stepped between us.

Curran looked at him. His voice rasped with the beginning of a snarl. “What are you doing?”

“My job.”

He had lost his mind. Curran was hovering on the verge of violence and Jim had just made himself into a target. “Jim, you want to step back.”

Jim remained rooted to the floor.

Curran’s gaze fastened on me, the gold burning scalding hot. Like looking into the eyes of a hungry lion and realizing I was food. My body locked, tiny hairs on the back of my neck rose on their ends, and inside me a tiny voice whispered in desperation, “Don’t breathe and he might forget you’re there.”

I flicked my saber, warming up my wrist. “Your headlights don’t scare me.”

Jim squared his shoulders. “You can’t do this. Not here and not now.”

Curran’s voice slid into icy calm. “Be very careful, or I might start thinking you’re telling me what to do.”

If Curran ordered him to move, and Jim refused, it would be a challenge. Curran would have to fight his own chief of security and his best friend. They both knew it. That was why I was on the receiving end of Curran’s alpha stare. If he leveled it at Jim, there would be a fight.

I sidestepped. Jim moved with me. I stared at the ceiling and growled.

“Cute,” Curran said.

Die. “Why don’t you come over here and I’ll show you cute.”

“I’d love to, but he’s in the way. Besides, you had your chance to show me anything you wanted to. You’d just run away again.”

For the love of God. “I didn’t run away. I made you your damn dinner, but you didn’t have the decency to show.”

Jim’s eyebrows crept up. “Dinner?”

Curran’s eyes blazed. “You took off. I smelled you. You were there and then you got cold feet and ran. If you didn’t want to do this, all you had to do was pick up the phone and tell me not to show up. Did you actually think I’d make you serve me dinner naked? But you didn’t even bother.”

“Bullshit!”

“Hey!” Jim barked.

“What?” Curran and I said at almost the same time.

Jim looked at me. “Did you make him dinner?”

He’d find out sooner or later. “Yes.”

Jim turned on his foot, went out of the room, and shut the door behind him.

Alrighty, then.

“He thinks we’re mated.” Curran moved forward, too light on his feet for a man of his size, his gaze locked on me—a predator stalking its prey. “In the Pack, one doesn’t stand between mates. He’s being polite. He doesn’t realize you broke it off.”

“Oh no. No, I didn’t break it off. You had your chance and you blew it.”

Curran’s mask cracked. “The hell I did.”

All of the pain and anger of the past month smashed into me. Having him near was like ripping the dressing off a raw wound. Words just came tumbling out and I couldn’t stop them.

“So it’s my fault? I made you your bloody dinner. You didn’t show up. Just couldn’t pass up a chance to humiliate me, could you?”

Curran bit the air as if he had fangs. “I was challenged by two bears. They broke two of my ribs and dislocated my hip. When Doolittle finally finished setting my bones, I was four hours late. I asked if you called and they said no.”

He’d sunk enough gravity into that “no” to bring down a building.

“If you were late, I would’ve turned the town inside out looking for you. I called you. You didn’t answer. I was so sure something happened to you I dropped everything and dragged myself to your house. I came to check on you with broken bones and you weren’t there.”