“Both,” Alex growled. “Some of these men are politicians.”
“Yep.”
“All right, I'll get on it,” Alex muttered. “I've also had some hits on the supes in the email.”
“The ones whose powers are for sale?” I leaned forward.
“Yes. They're criminals.”
“Yes, Alex, I think we've established that already,” I drawled. “Upstanding citizens don't sell supernatural magic in secret auctions.”
“No, I mean the supes. Every hit I've had so far has been from an international database of wanted criminals. Serious criminals. We're talking mass murder, alien arms dealing, and even human trafficking—off-world human trafficking like that case with the Bhaturans.”
“Holy shit,” Kyrian murmured. “They're catching criminals and selling their magic?”
“It would seem so,” Alex said. “It would also explain why no one's reported them missing.”
“No one misses them,” Malik growled.
“If they were just killing these supes, like some sort of vigilante group, I might applaud them,” Alex admitted. “But they're endangering people by selling their magic.”
“Hold on,” I said with a frown. “A bunch ofhumansare capturing dangerous supe criminals? How?”
“We manage to capture them all the time,” Alex said dryly. “And by we, I mean the U.S. Government.”
“Yes, but that would mean that this group has military resources akin to that of a government,” I argued. “And supes like that wouldn't go quietly. How has this organization gone undetected? How has no one noticed battles between supes and human mercenaries?”
“Maybe they drug the criminals to capture them,” Cyprian suggested. “There are ways of quietly abducting people.”
“Even the most powerful man has a weakness,” Braxis said softly.
I glanced at Braxis and then did a double-take; he was staring at me intensely. As if I were his weakness. I almost peeked at his aura but lost my nerve.
“I'll let you know if I find anything on Bishop,” Alex said. “Otherwise, we'll see you next week to prepare for the mission.”
“Very well,” Malik said. “Goodnight, Alex.”
“Goodnight, everyone.”
Malik tapped his cellphone and slipped it into his jacket.
I stood up and said to Braxis, “I assume you'll be sleeping on Mal's ship.”
“Yes.” Braxis got up. “Prince Malik has allowed me to set up the transport discs in a spare room.”
“All right. Then goodnight,” I said.
“Goodnight, Amara,” Braxis murmured as I passed by him.
“Come down in the morning,” Malik said to Braxis. “You can have breakfast with us.”
“Thank you, Your Highness.”
“Call me Mal,” Malik said gruffly.
I glanced over my shoulder at my husband in surprise. Malik just shrugged at me and stepped over to give me a kiss goodnight.
“I assume you'll want to spend tonight with Cyprian,” Malik said.
