“God, how I hate you, Paka.” He better be roasting in Tophet for what he’d done to them.
But again, if not for him and his psychosis, she wouldn’t have survived the hell that had been her life.
While she might not have as many scars on her body as Jinx, she definitely had as many on her soul.
Not wanting to think about that, she quickly covered him with a blanket and cleaned up.
Just as she finished, Jed returned to the room, toweling his hair.
He cast a furtive glare at her patient. “I really hope you don’t die regretting this decision.”
So did she.
ChapterTwo
Eve scowled at Jinx’s small handheld device that kept beeping. It kind of reminded her of a link, but there was no way to answer it.
“Are you a tracking device?”
“No.”
Gasping, she started to pull her blaster. But before she could clear the holster, she was disarmed.
Terror engulfed her as she faced a full-blooded Andarion male.
Holy shit!
She barely came up to the middle of his chest. If she’d thought her assassin was large, or Jed, this male towered over both of them.
“How did you get in here?”
He smirked and tapped on his insignia that showed he was a First Rank assassin. The top of the elite. “Lucky for you, I mean you no harm.” He deftly drained the charge from her blaster, then returned it to her.
Without a word, he dropped his backpack on the floor and headed for Jinx.
Her relief dwindled. “Are you going to kill him?”
“No.” He picked up the device and moved to her couch. “Jinx?” Gently, he tried to wake him.
When he didn’t respond, the assassin sighed and took Jinx’s hand in his, then wrapped it around the device. He held up a link to it and hit a playback button. “Shadowborne Chief Agent Reporting.”
The device went silent.
Satisfied, he set the device and link on her table. Then he quickly examined Jinx. “Guess you were right and your no-show showed up, after all.”
Completely ignoring her, he tapped his ear. “Got him, but he’s all kinds of fucked up.” He glanced over at her. “Not sure. Let me do some recon and I’ll report back.”
Now that she had his full attention, she wished she had a few more inches of height.
And a lot more weaponry.
Fear wasn’t a familiar feeling for her, and honestly, she hated it. It normally manifested as anger, which was a very suicidal emotion to have when dealing with a trained, professional killer. “Are you friend or foe?”
“Not sure.” He pulled his sunglasses off and exposed those eerie white Andarion eyes that were a stark contrast against his dark skin and black braids. “Why did you bring him here?”
“He was hurt and unconscious.”
That didn’t seem to placate him. “You understood the danger of what you did, right?”
