Fin.
“I hope you decide to stay.”
“Maybe.” Definitely. Unless she could find a way to drag her sister back to Houston without Ty. Fat chance of that happening, though. So she’d be staying here as long as Kelly might be in danger. And from what Fin had told her and what she’d seen, there was a whole lot of danger going around.
“I don’t invite many people to my condo. I invited you.”
“Thanks?” What was he getting at?
“Sixty-five million years ago, I had a series of visions. You were in one of them. You’re very important to the Eleven, Jenna.” With that parting shot, he twirled his chair around to stare out at the city again.
She knew a dismissal when she heard it. That was fine, though, because she couldn’t have gotten a word past the shock clogging her throat. Numbly, she opened the door and almost knocked down the man on the other side.
He was about six feet tall and lean, with dark hair, dark eyes, and a big smile. “Hi, I’m Shen, Fin’s assistant. And you’re Jenna. If you need anything while you’re here, let me know.”
All she could do was nod dumbly and slip past him. Then she went in search of Al.
Chapter Six
Al didn’t even pretend to be amusing himself. Things were happening, and he was sitting in front of a freaking TV.
Someone had slaughtered—and slaughtered was the only word for it—a bunch of humans and left the body parts in a used furniture store.
A member of the local werewolf pack had caught the scent of death as he walked past and investigated. Almost buried under the stench of blood and body fluids, he’d caught a fading whiff of nonhumans. He’d reported to his pack leader.
Luckily, Fin’s relationship with the Houston pack leader had paid off in timely info from the Philly pack leader.
Fin had ordered all of the Eleven except for Al onto the streets to see if they could track down any of the killers. When a mass murder happened in a city where the immortals were at work, it probably could be traced back to them. Eight must’ve had a busy night.
Shen had taken care of mobilizing a cleanup. If the ones who did the slaughtering were hoping to make a splash on the news with this, they were in for a disappointment. Yes, there would be missing-person reports, but the bodies would never be found, and no sign of the murder would remain at the store.
And what was he doing while everyone else was out being useful? He was sitting on a couch staring at a blank screen. He wasn’t even motivated to turn the damn TV on.
Grounded like some kid. He tried to work up a healthy rage, but for once he had other things on his mind beside his soul.
What was Fin telling Jenna, the truth or an elaborate lie? She’d seen too much to night, so he must be laying out the truth. Would she pack her bags and take the first flight out of town? She’d panicked to night, but who wouldn’t? She might stick around for her sister. But she sure enough won’t ever relax around you again.
Footsteps coming toward the media room warned him that he was about to lose his precious solitude. Good or bad? He wasn’t sure, because before she even entered the room he knew it was Jenna. Her distinctive scent of cool mint and hot temptation went before her. She wouldn’t be happy to know how easy she was to identify.
She walked into the room, glanced around, and then hesitated when she realized he was the only one there. A ripple of bitterness touched him. Yeah, Fin had told her the truth. She was afraid to be alone with him now.
But he was in a defiant mood, so he patted the spot beside him on the couch. “Have a seat. What do you want to watch?”
Jenna hesitated for just a few beats too long before walking to a nearby chair and sitting. She didn’t look like she was here to watch TV. Her expression said she was a woman with a mission. Crap.
Smoothing her fingers over the arm of her chair, she leaned back and crossed her legs. Must be trying to look relaxed. It wasn’t working. He
“I hope you decide to stay.”
“Maybe.” Definitely. Unless she could find a way to drag her sister back to Houston without Ty. Fat chance of that happening, though. So she’d be staying here as long as Kelly might be in danger. And from what Fin had told her and what she’d seen, there was a whole lot of danger going around.
“I don’t invite many people to my condo. I invited you.”
“Thanks?” What was he getting at?
“Sixty-five million years ago, I had a series of visions. You were in one of them. You’re very important to the Eleven, Jenna.” With that parting shot, he twirled his chair around to stare out at the city again.
She knew a dismissal when she heard it. That was fine, though, because she couldn’t have gotten a word past the shock clogging her throat. Numbly, she opened the door and almost knocked down the man on the other side.
He was about six feet tall and lean, with dark hair, dark eyes, and a big smile. “Hi, I’m Shen, Fin’s assistant. And you’re Jenna. If you need anything while you’re here, let me know.”
All she could do was nod dumbly and slip past him. Then she went in search of Al.
Chapter Six
Al didn’t even pretend to be amusing himself. Things were happening, and he was sitting in front of a freaking TV.
Someone had slaughtered—and slaughtered was the only word for it—a bunch of humans and left the body parts in a used furniture store.
A member of the local werewolf pack had caught the scent of death as he walked past and investigated. Almost buried under the stench of blood and body fluids, he’d caught a fading whiff of nonhumans. He’d reported to his pack leader.
Luckily, Fin’s relationship with the Houston pack leader had paid off in timely info from the Philly pack leader.
Fin had ordered all of the Eleven except for Al onto the streets to see if they could track down any of the killers. When a mass murder happened in a city where the immortals were at work, it probably could be traced back to them. Eight must’ve had a busy night.
Shen had taken care of mobilizing a cleanup. If the ones who did the slaughtering were hoping to make a splash on the news with this, they were in for a disappointment. Yes, there would be missing-person reports, but the bodies would never be found, and no sign of the murder would remain at the store.
And what was he doing while everyone else was out being useful? He was sitting on a couch staring at a blank screen. He wasn’t even motivated to turn the damn TV on.
Grounded like some kid. He tried to work up a healthy rage, but for once he had other things on his mind beside his soul.
What was Fin telling Jenna, the truth or an elaborate lie? She’d seen too much to night, so he must be laying out the truth. Would she pack her bags and take the first flight out of town? She’d panicked to night, but who wouldn’t? She might stick around for her sister. But she sure enough won’t ever relax around you again.
Footsteps coming toward the media room warned him that he was about to lose his precious solitude. Good or bad? He wasn’t sure, because before she even entered the room he knew it was Jenna. Her distinctive scent of cool mint and hot temptation went before her. She wouldn’t be happy to know how easy she was to identify.
She walked into the room, glanced around, and then hesitated when she realized he was the only one there. A ripple of bitterness touched him. Yeah, Fin had told her the truth. She was afraid to be alone with him now.
But he was in a defiant mood, so he patted the spot beside him on the couch. “Have a seat. What do you want to watch?”
Jenna hesitated for just a few beats too long before walking to a nearby chair and sitting. She didn’t look like she was here to watch TV. Her expression said she was a woman with a mission. Crap.
Smoothing her fingers over the arm of her chair, she leaned back and crossed her legs. Must be trying to look relaxed. It wasn’t working. He
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