The guy screamed.
Nash crossed the parking lot.
The spy had his hands on the wheel. He had sweat on his face. His eyes were big on his face, and he might have been shaking.
Abi smiled at Nash when their gazes met.
Nash sat in the back, right behind their spy.
Abi turned in his seat. “Hi, Daddy.”
“Hi, baby. How did you get in here?”
Abi pointed to where their spy had opened the window a crack. “I flew in.”
The guy had labored breathing. “I need my EpiPen, or I’m going to die, man.”
Abi chuckled. “You think I care if you die? That’s cute.”
It was a sad day when Nash was the voice of reason. He could rein Abi in, but curiosity won out. Watching Abi work could be fun.
The EpiPen sat on the dash out of reach of the guy. Abi probably saw it from the tree and took a chance that the guy needed it for a bee allergy.
Abi grabbed the EpiPen and stuck the guy in the leg with it. “You really are very allergic. It’s astonishing how quickly you went downhill.”
The guy’s breathing changed. The color came back into his face, and his lips turned a normal color when he sucked in several breaths.
He attacked Abi in the next moment, but he didn’t get very far because Nash and Abi both expected it.
Nash wrapped an arm around the guy’s neck from behind before their allergic little friend even remembered he was there, and Abi shifted his fingers into tiger claws and scraped them across the man’s stomach.
Blood bloomed across his shirt.
Nash growled in the guy’s ear. “I’ll let him gut you if you try that again.”
Abi’s expression changed when he met Nash’s gaze. “You let me do all the fun things, Daddy.”
Nash smiled, remembering the last fun thing Nash let Abi do. It was the hottest and best moment of Nash’s life.
The guy struggled against Nash’s hold, so Nash tightened it to where he restricted his airway.
Abi was inches from the guy’s face. His expression hardened. “Do you want to know something else my Daddy lets me do?”
Nash loosened his hold so that the man could speak.
Abi’s tongue flicked out, thin and forked.
“Jesus fucking Christ! What the hell are you?” The guy pressed against the seat, recoiling away from Abi.
“I’m anything I want to be. But we’re not here to talk about me. We’re here to talk about you.” Abi put his claws to the man’s gut again but didn’t draw blood a second time. He waited until the guy was ready to piss himself before continuing. “Do you work for Mallor?”
The question was something they already knew the answer to, but he knew what Abi was doing. He was baiting the guy, getting him warmed up to answer much harder questions. He’d blurt out everything.
“Y-yes. Oh, god. Don’t kill me!”
Abi just smiled in that excitable way he had since the moment Nash entered the car. It was all fake, acting, but it was effective.That’s right, baby. Keep him scared.
“Did you leave the note under our door?”
