Not like she wanted pieces of herself to be discovered. Agnes swallowed.
Gray was not done. Nostrils flaring, he fired, “There have been explosions that we believe are linked to the Twins. Actual bomb detonations because these perps are freaking extreme. They don’t just destroy their enemies. They often obliterate them. That’s not happening to you. Not on my watch.”
They’d had this talk before. Whenever she mentioned going undercover in an attempt to reach the Twins. And, frankly, the very fact that the group was so extreme just meant that they needed to work harder in order to take them down. She wanted in that group. She wanted to rip them apart from the inside.
But when she brought up the Twins, Gray always put roadblocks in her path. So maybe she’d decided to take a different path.
“I want to get back to Cassius.” Grim determination underscored Gray’s words.
Sure. Because no way would Gray be redirected so easily.
“You were in the bar when Judas Long attacked Cassius Striker?”
“Well…” Modest. “I actually saved Cass’s life.” She rolled one shoulder. “No big deal.”
Gray’s jaw dropped.
“You can’t go in there!” A raised voice. One from just outside of Gray’s inner sanctum. “You can’t—this is the FBI!”
The door to Gray’s office flew open. “Like I give a shit,” Cass announced darkly.
Her head snapped toward him.
He filled the doorway. All big, bold, and furious. Cass jerked a thumb over his shoulder. “Tell your guard dog to back off,” Cass ordered as he glared at Gray. “And get those agents of yours to stand the hell down. I’d hate to have to punch someone else.”
Oh, no. Someone else. That pretty much implied that he had already punched at least one other person. At the FBI office.
She jumped to her feet and whirled to fully face Cass even as she heard Gray swear.
Wide-eyed, she gaped at Cass. “You just…” A shake of her head. “You should not be here.”
“Tell me something I don’t fucking know.” He stalked toward her. Didn’t stop until he was right in front of her. He reached out and caught her chin. He tilted her head from one side to the other, as if searching for injuries. “You’re okay?”
She hadn’t been sliced with Judas’s knife. She had zero injuries. “He was trying to stab me in the back,” she whispered. “That’s his go-to technique. No worries, I maced him.”
Gray marched out of the office. “Stand the hell down,” he blasted to whoever waited outside of his office door. “Everything is under control. And I want you to erase all security footage that shows…”
She didn’t catch what else Gray said because Cass grabbed her full attention.
“You maced him.” Cass nodded. “Of course, you did.” His mouth kicked into a half-smile. He began to lean down toward her.
Was he going to kiss her? Right there? Wait, bad idea. Wasn’t it?
Yes, yes, of course, it’s a bad idea. You don’t make out in the office of your FBI boss.
The door to the office slammed shut. “What. The. Fuck?” Gray thundered.
Cass froze. His eyes glittered at her. Then his head turned toward Gray. “Hello, sunshine.”
“I am not in the mood for your bullshit.” Gray stomped closer to them. “You think it’s easy making security footage of you just vanish whenever you decide to stride in this place? Dude, what in the hell are you thinking?” But his gaze jumped to Agnes. Or rather, to her chin. The chin that Cass still cradled carefully in his fingers. “No, no, no.”
Cass let her go.
She backed up. Put her hands behind her back. The better to not reach out and grab Cass in front of her boss. Because that would be a very bad move.
“Since when are you touching my agent?” Gray demanded of Cass. “Since when are you rushing in here to check on her?”
Since they’d had wild sex two nights ago.
