“Go where, Precious? Your keys are on the roof of another building. We’re stranded. Perhaps we should make the most of it.”
As much as the idea of having sex on a bed of weapons titillated me, I slipped out of his grasp and peered over the ledge. The building next door was shorter, but they weren’t apartments. There was no way we’d be able to infiltrate business offices without them calling the police. They probably had security cameras inside and employee badges.
I strode back to the van and worked a kink out of my shoulder. “I’ve got an idea.”
He stared at me carefully. “You’renotthinking about it.”
I gave him a cocksure grin and tapped the toe of my shoe against the asphalt. “Doing is better than thinking.”
Before he could retort, I balled up my energy and flashed toward the low ledge. As I hurtled over the wall, I kicked off the edge to launch myself farther. Ten feet of thin air separated me from the adjacent building, and for the first time, I knew what Blue must feel when she soared across the sky.
Free.
Powerful.
Alive.
Chapter 3
Christian and I didn’t tarry with delivering the weapons. After stripping the clothes off the yuppie, Christian drank him almost dry so he could remove the crucifix without a fight. By the time I returned with the keys, Christian had placed the Mage spread-eagle on the hood of his car. He’d also destroyed their phones and crushed their keys to make sure they had a memorable walk home.
Aside from the unexpected ambush, it was a simple operation. Shortly before arriving at our destination, Christian called Viktor to alert the arms dealer. Despite our success, Christian and I decided that Viktor didn’t need to know the finer points of our mission. We’d completed the task, and that was all that mattered. Besides, we enjoyed the diversion.
Perhaps more than the mission itself.
I snuck into Shepherd’s medical room on the first floor and used wet paper towels to wash the blood off my leg.
How in the world did that guy know we were transporting something valuable?By the way those men were acting, the ambush hadn’t appeared to be planned. Their Corvette could barely fit two men, let alone five boxes of weapons. But the timing of the traffic lights screwing up was also kind of strange. I wadded up the paper towel and tossed it into the trash.
“A quick trip, huh?”
I whirled around.
Shepherd leaned against the doorjamb and stared at the bloody paper towels in the wastebasket.
“I started my period,” I said flatly.
We both knew that I would never have a monthly cycle again, but it didn’t stop me from enjoying the joke.
“I’ve never had trouble dropping off weapons. You two go out, and it’s a bloodbath.”
“Nothing we couldn’t handle.”
“Whatever you say, honey.” Despite his steely expression, Shepherd’s eyes danced with amusement.
He scratched his neck, his eyes on the paper towels. “You might want to dispose of your bodily fluids in the other trash can. The one with the lid and plastic bag.”
I lifted the small wastebasket and then stepped on the pedal to the larger can, dumping the contents inside. “Are there psychics in the Breed world?”
He shrugged. “Haven’t you heard of Mentalists?”
I leaned against the counter. “Yeah. But the guy who singled out our van wasn’t a Mage. I’m not sure what his Breed was,” I said, thinking about the guy in the red shorts. He couldn’t have been a Shifter, so that narrowed it down to a Relic or Sensor.
“Anything goes in our world.” Shepherd dipped his chin. “You weren’t talking about the weapons while in the van, were you?”
“No, Viktor told us not to. Besides, neither of these guys were Vamps. I don’t know. It just doesn’t make any sense.”
He sighed heavily. “Shit happens. Just make sure you’ve got a big mop to clean it up.”
