I swallowed my food down with a dry throat. “Okay, so you have a specific skill set.” I peeked at him from the corner of my eyes, trying to be nice to the killer. “That’s wonderful you enjoy your work so much.”
What a load of shit I had just spewed.
But it worked!
The killer grinned, showing me all his pearly white teeth. “Enjoying one’s job is extremely fulfilling. Did you enjoy your job?”
Small talk with a man who killed humans.
“I enjoyed it enough. But I’m ready to relax for a little while. I plan to spend time at home until I get the itch to work again. I’m overdue for a long,longvacation.”
He nodded once, extremely studious. “Vacations are a must. They keep you more active when you’re on the job.”
I didn’t even want to think about his jobs.
Not while I ate a chicken leg.
“I totally agree.” I nodded and turned the conversation. “You said you had pictures of shifters you wanted me to view? I really hope I can help. This bastard needs to go down.”
Jonathan licked his bottom lip, tasting the blood of my words. He peered off to the side, his eyes glazing over. “Yes, he does.”
Quiet.
So very quiet.
I was betting this man wasold.
Damn near an Ancient with his behavior.
When he didn’t say anything else for a minute, only the scraping of my spoon heard, I glanced at my husband for a little help. Except Alaric was staring into the fire, rubbing at his chin, lost in his own thoughts.
Apparently, it was thinking time.
I cleared my throat. Loudly. Keeping these immortals on track was a full-time job.
Alaric glanced in my direction, blinking his eyes a few times, clearing his thoughts. “Sorry. The dancing flames gave me a new idea for a building in King Eastern Province.”
Creative minds tend to wander.
It was normally adorable on him. Just not today with an assassin sitting directly next to me. My husband must really trust this man—or at least Theron’s judgment of his person.
“It’s fine.” I tipped my head to the silent assassin, escaping into his own mind about whatever assassins thought about. “But I think we got off track.”
Dark brown eyes viewed the other man, then he stated loudly, “You with us, Jonathan?”
Jonathan snapped back into the ‘now,’ not missing a beat. He lifted his arm and tapped his silver bracelet. “So these are the men we’ve snapped shots of. A few have disappeared, but we’ve been able to keep track of most of them. I do warn you, though, there are quite a few to look at. If you need a break, just let me know. I don’t want them all starting to blur together for you.”
“Thank you. I will let you know if I need a break.”
Both Alaric and Jonathan paused in action, tipping their heads to the sides. Jonathan’s brows pulled together, and he glanced at my husband, “Are you expecting company?”
Alaric shook his head but relaxed back into his chair. “No, but that’s Rune’s train. He’ll let himself in.”
Jonathan tapped on his bracelet, no longer on high alert. “Okay, Mrs. Wood. I’ll start from the beginning. Just flip through the hologram until you see someone you know.”
A hologram screen beamed up from his bracelet between us and a picture of a redheaded shifter appeared onscreen.
Alaric sat forward, evaluating the man.
