Something darkens behind his eyes, and then he does something that used to drive me fucking wild. He runs his tongue slowly over his teeth, his whole demeanour sending goosebumps over my skin.
Shifting in my seat, I try to blink away the unadulterated images and what that look does to me.
“Did you guys know him?” Regina’s voice is scratchy. Saint and I continue this stare-off we’ve been doing since he broke into my house.
Rex answers with, “Not exactly. But we’re going to need details of every single person you’ve ever dealt with, dead or otherwise.”
I look at Regina, and she nods to Rex in response. “The backup files are in my stuff—wherever that is.”
I haven’t even seen where our belongings have gone, and I have a feeling this place is where these guys live, seeing as it’s armed like a base.
Saint looks at Dawson, who asks Regina to go with him to get the USB. They leave the room, leaving me alone with Saint and Rex.
“What’s going on, Saint? Please, tell me. Clarke’s death was reported as dying from an illness. I left that man lying bleeding on the floor from a stab wound.”
There’s no way in hell that could be mistaken for an illness.
Not to mention the drugs that would have been found in his system if they did an autopsy, plus his house lying like a Tasmanian devil on crack ran through it.
A smirk flickers on his lips. “Got quite the blood thirst on you now too, haven’t you, darling?”
My cheeks flare at him calling me darling. It whispering constantly in my mind and dreams is one thing, but to hear it after all this time?
It feels like coming home.
I subtly shake off the shiver. “I don’t know about you two, but I don’t crave it. Just makes me feel better knowing people like that won’t fuck with anyone again.”
Rex chuckles, folding his arms as he takes a seat. “That’s just a nice way to say you’re a killing machine. Don’t be embarrassed, Indigo. Own it.”
I roll my eyes, ignoring him. “Don’t make me ask again, Saint.”
He narrows his eyes on me, dragging his bottom lip in as his gaze rolls over me, feeling like he’s undressing me with his eyes.
“Or what?” he challenges, causing Rex to sigh.
“You two will have plenty of time to take a trip down lovers’ lane. Just tell her what she needs to know, Saint. I need to fucking sleep.”
Saint glances at the ceiling, like he’s conversing with an almighty power.
My face must be splotched in red, watching him drag in a deep breath, his shoulders expanding in an impressive width. “The person who pretended to be your contact will very much be part of the same organisation that Clarke moved on to. It’s not Sumus, Indie…They’re called Omnia, and if you think the first is bad, you’ve no idea what makes them capable of forming the latter.”
I frown, recognising that word, but I can’t think from where. “That’s Latin too, right?”
Saint glares at Rex before coming back to me.
“Yeah.” He rises from the seat. “We’ve mostly been looking into Omnia. They want me dead, hence the failed hit.”
“What happened? And…how the hell do they know it’s me behind the company?” I ask, watching Saint’s fists tighten before he loosens them.
If they’re after Saint, and somehow managed to reach out to me, it has to be someone who knows our history. There’s no other explanation.
“A job gone wrong. It could be a coincidence, but I don’t fucking believe in them. We’ll have a look through the files and work out more tomorrow.” He cracks his neck to the side. “Rex will show you where you’ll be sleeping.”
He gets up abruptly from the chair and leaves the room.
Panic claws at my chest, and I slide off the table, ready to call him back, but Rex stops me.
“Give him time, Indigo. He’s coming off like a mixed bag of assholes; he’s just trying to deal with a shitstorm brewing in the background. Stumbling across you after six years…” He hikes a shoulder. “He sees everything that’s coming…This? He’d never have planned for that.”
