When she found out information about the rebel meeting, I wouldn’t deny she was doing her job, even with the distraction of those two, no matter how much it pained me to accept it.
Jack’s reaction to my interaction with Abigail had been surprising, and I had quickly realized it was not unwelcome. Even with the vampire and werewolf all over her, she still wanted me. Still cared who I was spending my time with.
It shouldn’t have made me happy, but it did. It pleased me to no end that she was struggling as much as I was with my attraction to her.
If I wasn’t her superior, if we were still just working side by side, then maybe we could have eventually gotten together in an official capacity. I might have even been able to look past her family ties. As it was, seeing her every day, watching her put herself in danger, was a slow torture that I couldn’t stop.
Now, it was somehow worse. Seeing her with those two. Smelling their scents all over her.
My fist slammed on the table. I almost threw them out of my class earlier this week, the stench of sex all over her, and I knew without a doubt that the vampire — so smugly sitting there — was leaking out of her, stinking up my class with his claim. If I’d had a stake, I’d have killed him right then and there in the middle of class.
I’d already had my suspicions about the vampire and his wolf. Anyone who got close to Jack was a potential enemy, someone to be dealt with later. Then the vampire had to go and attack me in my very office.
I’d never seen a power like that before. It was something I’d have to check with the guild about. My hand rubbed my neck where he’d choked me with some black, shadowy rope. I was reluctant to admit it still ached to swallow sometimes, even days later.
That vampire, Kyren, he was a problem. One that was now getting in the way of Jack from doing her job. I was glad that I’d put in a request for intel on him after his attack.
Now, I was counting down the days to get his background check back to me. Maybe then I’d feel better about her being near him.
She’d still be distracted.
I scoffed and closed my eyes, head back. “Distracted my ass. She was probably getting railed into next Tuesday and didn’t bother listening for her alarm.” My words sounded bitter, even to me.
The Jack I knew wouldn’t have been distracted so easily. She wouldn’t even have needed to set an alarm. She’d clear her day and wait nearby for the rebels to show up for the meeting.
For all I knew, those two were part of the rebel group and were working on keeping her away from the meetings. They could be using her. Perhaps they even knew who and what she was.
The idea that they were lying to her, possibly hurting her, swirled in my chest. I hated to think of her being heart broken by them, but I couldn’t deny the pleasure I’d get having them no longer near her.
My phone rang, and one look at it made my stomach drop. President West. He would want an update on the meeting.
Training my voice not to give away anything, I answered the phone. “Fawley here.”
“Julian,” Tristen’s cheerful voice answered. “How’s my favorite hunter doing?”
I snorted. “Don’t lie to me. We both know I’m hardly your favorite.”
“You’re right, Jack is, then quite a few others, but you’re in the top ten. Swear.”
The laughter in his voice made me shake my head. “Did you need something, sir?”
Tristen cleared his throat. “Right, down to business. Your last report told us about a meeting that was supposed to happen this week. How did that go?”
I thought back to the other day and Jack’s admission. Protocol told me to tell him the truth, that Jack had been compromised. The mission was teetering on a thread, and their main asset was too busy getting fucked two ways to Sunday by their enemies to do her job.
Yet, no matter how angry I was at her, how jealous and possessive seeing her with them made me feel, I couldn’t do it.
“Unfortunately, the intel we had was wrong. The meeting didn’t happen.”
“Oh,” Tristen huffed an unhappy sound. “Well, that’s unfortunate. But I’m sure that you two will find something you always do. You’re two of the best hunters I’ve got.”
“Of course, sir.” I nodded again, forgetting he couldn’t see it.
There was a long pause before I asked, “Was there something else, sir?”
Tristen let out a breath. “Yes, but it’s of a sensitive nature.”
My brows rose, curious to what he could have to tell me that he’d be so reluctant to share.
