Cyrus sighed, reached into his pocket, and pulled out something that he then dropped on the table.
Leaning forward, Killian frowned at the three small devices. All were flat and clear, the only thing visible were the dozens of thin golden wires running through them. He unfortunately recognized what all of them did. “Does it have something to do with Severo not reporting in?”
“Yeah, that and his rental car being in a fiery explosion.”
Killian leaned back in his chair. “I’m guessing heisalive, right?”
As much as Cyrus and Severo bickered, he knew the Dweller was a childhood friend. The man would be distraught if anything ever actually happened to Severo.
Killian almost rolled his eyes at his own thoughts. As if he, himself, wouldn’t be upset. Killian had known the man for as long as he’d known Cyrus. After two hundred years, he was mildly attached to the big idiot.
“Yes, he’s still alive. He’s not in contact at the moment, but promised to get in touch as soon as he can.”
“He’s going ghost with that Nymph?”
“Yeah.”
“So, Preston used one of his peons to spy on us, I guess.”
“Speaking of peons, how’s the one who was supposed to be checking my office and phone for bugs multiple times a week?”
“Under investigation. He may have pissed his pants during our talk.” Killian grimaced in disgust at the memory. “Pathetic,” he hissed, before saying, “I want new carpet in my office.”
Cyrus let out a deep chuckle. “Aww, baby, how could he help it? If he wasn’t intimidated by your beauty, he no doubt was terrified by the power of your voice. Some just can’t handle so much perfection.”
Killian giggled. “Flattery will get you everything, sir.”
“Mm, and I’ll happily accept that everything, after we finish talking about work. As for the new carpet, it is yours.”
He sighed. “If we must, and it better be.” No way was he working in a room with possible piss stains on his carpet. “So, while you were looking for your bugs, something interesting happened that I didn’t mention because I figured we would discuss it tonight.”
Cyrus’ brow rose. “Oh?”
“Our little Nymph’s warrant, and in fact, the entire case, has disappeared from the police database, as if it never happened.”
The man laughed. “Wow, they really are…”
“Morons? Idiots? Imbeciles? Mind-numbingly stupid?”
“All of the above,” Cyrus mused. “What about our files?”
“Our digitals are suspiciously gone as well. We have all our paper files though. Well, I have all mine. The rest are gone.”
Killian kept his office locked when he wasn’t in it. And unless they managed to get a copy of his key, a scan of his eye, and the print from his right thumb, no one was stepping a foot inside without him.
Cyrus’ eyes narrowed. “I’m guessing you are already looking into that.”
“That I am.” Killian set his glass down.
The man tsked. “You’d think Preston would have more competent people than this. Or does he think we will give up now that the files are gone?”
“Maybe…” Killian trailed off as he got up, sauntered around the table, and slipped onto Cyrus' lap. Face inches away from the man, he mused,“Maybe he thinks he’s untouchable after getting away with every crime under the sun for so long?”
Killian smirked at the hardness forming beneath his ass.
Cyrus’ eyes began to swirl green, a glowing forest green that seeped into the reddish purple. “Let’s prove him wrong, shall we?” The man growled as his hand threaded into his hair, and he drew him down into a rough kiss.
At the bus stop, Severo stood there, backpack on, baby bag in his hand, with Seri by his side, waiting for the next bus. Seri also had a backpack, and Skya was strapped to his front, babbling away like the adorable Nymphant that she was. That baby car seat contraption apparently could turn into that too.What the hell else could it do?he wondered.
