I stopped by the driver’s door. “I haven’t seen you in a while. How was your business with the council?”
Like Liam, he’d been gone for the last few weeks taking care of a mission from the council.
“Tedious,” Eric said, his gaze flicking over my shoulder as Liam’s presence hit me. With a respectful nod at the other enforcer, Eric rolled up his window.
One word. Not bad. At least he’d responded this time.
I twisted to face Liam. His gaze was trained on the roof line where the harpies had been earlier that night.
“Is there something you’re not telling me?” Liam asked, dropping his eyes to me.
I raised an eyebrow as I pulled open the door to the back seat. “That’s kind of how I operate.”
At any given time, I had nearly a dozen secrets floating around.
I was better than I’d been, having ended up in trouble too many times while trying to withhold things from him. Now, I mostly limited my secret keeping to matters pertaining to my business.
My clients had an expectation of privacy, and I was set on giving it to them.
“Don’t worry, lover,” I said with a flirtatious smile and wink. “I fully intend to bring you up to speed this time.
Liam’s gaze held amusement as he dipped his chin. “I await this breakthrough with baited breath.”
I paused at the seductive purr in his voice, tempted.
“Get in the car,” Thomas ordered, destroying the moment. “And stop flirting with my enforcer.”
Liam’s smile broadened as his hand landed on my back to nudge me toward the door. “Yes,A stór. We mustn’t keep the Master of the City.”
The rough edge in his voice made me hesitate. Too bad Thomas had a point. Bossy vampire that he was.
I slid inside the car, feeling no small amount of regret. Playing with Liam promised to be more pleasurable than any of the other things I had planned for my night.
“Maybe next time,” Liam murmured with a chuckle that sent tingles through my body.
He shut my door carefully before walking around to the front passenger seat.
Eric waited until he was inside before pulling onto High Street and heading south.
At this time of night, the streets were empty. The sensible humans in the city had long since returned home to their beds.
We hadn’t been driving long before Thomas interrupted the silence.
“Anton’s deception won’t fool Dominick for long,” Thomas said in a crisp voice. “We have the rest of the night. Maybe part of tomorrow if we’re lucky before Dominick makes his move.”
I pulled my gaze from the window. “What makes you think that?”
“It’s the tattoo,” Liam said from the front seat. “The ink goes below the surface of the skin. All the way down to the bone. Short of removing his hand, Dominick will discover the mark as soon as he looks for it.”
“Even that won’t solve the problem,” Thomas interrupted. “He’s hunter born.”
I looked between Thomas and the front seat, sensing the shift in air pressure. “Why is it important that he’s hunter born?”
Liam didn’t answer, looking over his shoulder at Thomas. “Are you sure?”
Thomas’s face wrinkled in a snarl. “You know I’m more sensitive to their kind than most. I could practically taste the stench.”
Liam faced forward with a frown. “This is a problem.”
