binocs.
Cyn swallowed a chuckle. “Tell me about it. But I’m talking about the guards.” She lifted the binoculars again.
“Is that what they’re supposed to be?”
Cyn eyed the two human guards who were standing at opposite corners of the house, not even trying to look alert. “Point taken.”
“Probably a vamp house, though,” Robbie agreed. “Shades are all down, and why else have guards at all? Unless it’s drugs, but that sort tend to have a more effective watch than those two.”
“Assuming it’s vamps, and I think it is, it doesn’t have to be Magda. There’s no reason for her to hang around. She could have sent Hoover off on his suicide mission, and moved on to Chicago. Whoever’s in there might just be some flunkies she left behind to keep an eye on things.”
“Or maybe she wanted to be close to the action. If the bomb had succeeded in taking Lucas out, the territory would be up for grabs, right? Maybe Magda figured she could swoop in while everyone was still reeling.”
Cyn pursed her lips thoughtfully. “Maybe. Or maybe this house is all she can afford. After all, it was Lucas’s money that subsidized her lifestyle before. Maybe she’s a shopaholic and spent all of her salary on clothes.”
“Bummer.”
“Doesn’t matter why, or even if, she’s here, I guess. Doesn’t matter how many are in there either, because Raphael doesn’t approve of killing vamps while they sleep, not even the assholes.” She stared at the house thoughtfully. “Although …”
“I don’t like the sound of that,” he said worriedly.
“… it might be useful to know how many vampires are in there. You know, so Raphael will know what he’s dealing with.”
Robbie huffed dismissively. “Yeah, right. Because Raphael and Lucas would just have one hell of a time coping if there’s too many of them low-level vamps in there.”
“Spoilsport. But you’re right, damn it. Hey!” she said, brightening. “What if when we go back to the ranch to tell Raphael, Magda wakes up, and is gone before we get back here?”
“Nice try, babe. How about if we use a cell phone to tell Raphael instead? And that way no one can sneak away.”
“No, I promised Raphael I’d be there when he woke up.”
“Okay, so I drop you at the estate, then come right back here. I’ll keep watch just in case that Magda bitch is an early riser. If they take off, I’ll follow.”
“You sure?”
“You worried about me, Cyn ?”
“Always. It’s a pain in the ass to train a new bodyguard.”
“Love you, too, babe. You just wake the big guy and bring reinforcements. I’ll be waiting.”
Chapter Ten
Cyn propped herself on Raphael’s chest and watched him sleep. Some might argue that what he did wasn’t a true sleep, since he couldn’t wake up. But he dreamed, and it was restful for him, and that was close enough for her.
Her eyes cut to the digital clock on the bedside table. She was like a walking Farmer’s Almanac these days, at least when it came to the sun. She heard the minute click of the clock as the time changed, and then Raphael’s arms came around her, and she smiled. It was always the first thing he did. His midnight eyes opened, and his big hand rested familiarly on the curve of her butt.
“Hi,” she said happily.
“Good evening, my Cyn .” He tugged her higher until their mouths met in a soft, welcoming kiss.
“And how was your hunt today?”
“Good. We’re pretty sure we found the house where Magda’s holed up.”
He eyed her cautiously. “And is she still there?”
“If you’re asking if we went into the house, the answer is no. We decided to wait for you guys.”
He studied her for a moment, his handsome face drawn into a scowl. “Where is my Cyn , and what have you done with her?”
She slapped his chest.
“On second thought,” he said, rubbing her butt, “I recognize this ass. So why the suddenly sensible approach?”
“It was Robbie’s influence. He’s
Cyn swallowed a chuckle. “Tell me about it. But I’m talking about the guards.” She lifted the binoculars again.
“Is that what they’re supposed to be?”
Cyn eyed the two human guards who were standing at opposite corners of the house, not even trying to look alert. “Point taken.”
“Probably a vamp house, though,” Robbie agreed. “Shades are all down, and why else have guards at all? Unless it’s drugs, but that sort tend to have a more effective watch than those two.”
“Assuming it’s vamps, and I think it is, it doesn’t have to be Magda. There’s no reason for her to hang around. She could have sent Hoover off on his suicide mission, and moved on to Chicago. Whoever’s in there might just be some flunkies she left behind to keep an eye on things.”
“Or maybe she wanted to be close to the action. If the bomb had succeeded in taking Lucas out, the territory would be up for grabs, right? Maybe Magda figured she could swoop in while everyone was still reeling.”
Cyn pursed her lips thoughtfully. “Maybe. Or maybe this house is all she can afford. After all, it was Lucas’s money that subsidized her lifestyle before. Maybe she’s a shopaholic and spent all of her salary on clothes.”
“Bummer.”
“Doesn’t matter why, or even if, she’s here, I guess. Doesn’t matter how many are in there either, because Raphael doesn’t approve of killing vamps while they sleep, not even the assholes.” She stared at the house thoughtfully. “Although …”
“I don’t like the sound of that,” he said worriedly.
“… it might be useful to know how many vampires are in there. You know, so Raphael will know what he’s dealing with.”
Robbie huffed dismissively. “Yeah, right. Because Raphael and Lucas would just have one hell of a time coping if there’s too many of them low-level vamps in there.”
“Spoilsport. But you’re right, damn it. Hey!” she said, brightening. “What if when we go back to the ranch to tell Raphael, Magda wakes up, and is gone before we get back here?”
“Nice try, babe. How about if we use a cell phone to tell Raphael instead? And that way no one can sneak away.”
“No, I promised Raphael I’d be there when he woke up.”
“Okay, so I drop you at the estate, then come right back here. I’ll keep watch just in case that Magda bitch is an early riser. If they take off, I’ll follow.”
“You sure?”
“You worried about me, Cyn ?”
“Always. It’s a pain in the ass to train a new bodyguard.”
“Love you, too, babe. You just wake the big guy and bring reinforcements. I’ll be waiting.”
Chapter Ten
Cyn propped herself on Raphael’s chest and watched him sleep. Some might argue that what he did wasn’t a true sleep, since he couldn’t wake up. But he dreamed, and it was restful for him, and that was close enough for her.
Her eyes cut to the digital clock on the bedside table. She was like a walking Farmer’s Almanac these days, at least when it came to the sun. She heard the minute click of the clock as the time changed, and then Raphael’s arms came around her, and she smiled. It was always the first thing he did. His midnight eyes opened, and his big hand rested familiarly on the curve of her butt.
“Hi,” she said happily.
“Good evening, my Cyn .” He tugged her higher until their mouths met in a soft, welcoming kiss.
“And how was your hunt today?”
“Good. We’re pretty sure we found the house where Magda’s holed up.”
He eyed her cautiously. “And is she still there?”
“If you’re asking if we went into the house, the answer is no. We decided to wait for you guys.”
He studied her for a moment, his handsome face drawn into a scowl. “Where is my Cyn , and what have you done with her?”
She slapped his chest.
“On second thought,” he said, rubbing her butt, “I recognize this ass. So why the suddenly sensible approach?”
“It was Robbie’s influence. He’s
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