and...well...I did a little interrogation." Before I'd dispatched him to Hades. "He told me the order had come from 'on high'."
"Morrígan?"
We both knew the area Fire witches' high priestess fancied herself the human reincarnation of an Irish goddess. I shook my head because it hadn't been her that had given the order. "No, I don't think so. The Fire witch that did the deed only had a phone message and a hefty lump sum in his bank account to go off. He did know where the order originated from."
"The Dungeon," Gray deducted.
"Yup," I said just before a big draw on my orange soda.
"Jim's okay?"
Gray knew my father Jim Denham from when they'd both lived in upstate New York. Jim had worked with Gray's father on construction projects. As far as Gray was concerned, Jim was my biological dad. I'd never corrected his assumption because a blood bond does not a father make. Jim Denham had raised me. To me that meant he was my dad.
I nodded grimly. "He had some serious burns that I'm stealthily Healing each time I see him. But it could have been bad if he hadn't hacked his way out before the place fell on him."
Gray's gaze darkened upon hearing how bad it had been. "Did the witch say why the order had been given?"
I shook my head with a grumpy sigh. "He had no idea."
"It was probably something stupid," Gray said sourly. "Like they want to be able to buy the land cheap. Or they thought the building was an eyesore."
"Whatever the reason. Someone is going down for this." Besides the flunky that had done the actual deed. I wasn't going to risk Jim's safety now that the building project had resumed.
Gray's gaze grew determined as he caught my eye. "And lemme guess, you're going it alone."
A smirk curled the left portion of my lips. "You know me so well."
It was his turn to sigh. "You need to be careful, band girl. I...," His eyes slid away after using his personal term of endearment for me, the playful insult he'd coined during our summer working at a video store together because he thought it amusing I'd been a band geek, "...don't like to see you hurt."
"That makes two of us." I set my empty glass in front of me with a light thud. As delicately as I could manage in my linen dress I slid out from behind the table and then stood beside the table for a parting word. "Sorry to drink and run but I've got people to shake down."
Gray had already stood with me. He'd somehow managed to get himself between me and the entrance before I could stop him. This was always the worst part of seeing Grayson Dennison -- the goodbye.
I stood still for whatever he was going to do because it would make this go faster. But when he crowded my personal space I was wishing I'd tried to dart around him. His head lowered toward mine slow enough that I saw it coming. He always tried it and I always avoided it. Just before his mouth reached me I turned my head to the left.
The bastard anticipated it.
His warm lips pressed against mine. He made a deep sound in the back of his throat that I couldn't read. I was trying my damnedest to emulate a cold fish so he'd give up before I actually let myself feel what he was doing to me. Thankfully he drew back.
"See you later, Lore," he said with an expression that was half frown and half grin.
"Bye." My parting greeting was said with a flippant wave over my shoulder.
I supposed he'd let me off easy. And I wasn't talking about Chet.
Oh, I really, really hoped I could go another six months without having to see Gray Dennison again.
CHAPTER NINE
"Miss Denham," a pale-faced man who couldn't have been older than seventeen when he'd been turned greeted me with a bow of his head. "Please, come in."
I hadn't been sure I had the right house. The three-story brick mansion on Commonwealth Avenue had been rumored to be Aiden Bruce's residence in the city. I thought it a little ostentatious for a man that wasn't the lead senator in the undead Senate or one of the three rulers of Boston.
Apparently rumor
"Morrígan?"
We both knew the area Fire witches' high priestess fancied herself the human reincarnation of an Irish goddess. I shook my head because it hadn't been her that had given the order. "No, I don't think so. The Fire witch that did the deed only had a phone message and a hefty lump sum in his bank account to go off. He did know where the order originated from."
"The Dungeon," Gray deducted.
"Yup," I said just before a big draw on my orange soda.
"Jim's okay?"
Gray knew my father Jim Denham from when they'd both lived in upstate New York. Jim had worked with Gray's father on construction projects. As far as Gray was concerned, Jim was my biological dad. I'd never corrected his assumption because a blood bond does not a father make. Jim Denham had raised me. To me that meant he was my dad.
I nodded grimly. "He had some serious burns that I'm stealthily Healing each time I see him. But it could have been bad if he hadn't hacked his way out before the place fell on him."
Gray's gaze darkened upon hearing how bad it had been. "Did the witch say why the order had been given?"
I shook my head with a grumpy sigh. "He had no idea."
"It was probably something stupid," Gray said sourly. "Like they want to be able to buy the land cheap. Or they thought the building was an eyesore."
"Whatever the reason. Someone is going down for this." Besides the flunky that had done the actual deed. I wasn't going to risk Jim's safety now that the building project had resumed.
Gray's gaze grew determined as he caught my eye. "And lemme guess, you're going it alone."
A smirk curled the left portion of my lips. "You know me so well."
It was his turn to sigh. "You need to be careful, band girl. I...," His eyes slid away after using his personal term of endearment for me, the playful insult he'd coined during our summer working at a video store together because he thought it amusing I'd been a band geek, "...don't like to see you hurt."
"That makes two of us." I set my empty glass in front of me with a light thud. As delicately as I could manage in my linen dress I slid out from behind the table and then stood beside the table for a parting word. "Sorry to drink and run but I've got people to shake down."
Gray had already stood with me. He'd somehow managed to get himself between me and the entrance before I could stop him. This was always the worst part of seeing Grayson Dennison -- the goodbye.
I stood still for whatever he was going to do because it would make this go faster. But when he crowded my personal space I was wishing I'd tried to dart around him. His head lowered toward mine slow enough that I saw it coming. He always tried it and I always avoided it. Just before his mouth reached me I turned my head to the left.
The bastard anticipated it.
His warm lips pressed against mine. He made a deep sound in the back of his throat that I couldn't read. I was trying my damnedest to emulate a cold fish so he'd give up before I actually let myself feel what he was doing to me. Thankfully he drew back.
"See you later, Lore," he said with an expression that was half frown and half grin.
"Bye." My parting greeting was said with a flippant wave over my shoulder.
I supposed he'd let me off easy. And I wasn't talking about Chet.
Oh, I really, really hoped I could go another six months without having to see Gray Dennison again.
CHAPTER NINE
"Miss Denham," a pale-faced man who couldn't have been older than seventeen when he'd been turned greeted me with a bow of his head. "Please, come in."
I hadn't been sure I had the right house. The three-story brick mansion on Commonwealth Avenue had been rumored to be Aiden Bruce's residence in the city. I thought it a little ostentatious for a man that wasn't the lead senator in the undead Senate or one of the three rulers of Boston.
Apparently rumor
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