“Just my charming wit, and devilish good looks.”
Some places, that was all he’d need. Sadly, this wasn’t one of them.
Except for . . .
“Well, from what I saw you do earlier with your wit . . . it’s pretty lethal.”
He clicked his tongue and winked. “True. Being Trisani doesn’t suck, and I still have the blaster I confiscated from our friend at the diner. And my two daggers.”
“Really?”
Hadrian nodded. “You always have two hidden weapons.”
He was right about that. “One for them to find.”
“And one to keep.”
Jayne gave him props for being well-trained. “I’ll remember that you know that.”
“Ditto.”
She swerved to miss some trash and a homeless woman who was sleeping next to it. “So why a hit on you this big? Who’d you piss off?”
He shrugged. “Don’t know. I try to keep to myself. All I can figure is that I’m Trisani.”
Which in and of itself made him one hell of a target. “But how many know that?”
“No one. It’s not how I open conversations and those who would know me are no longer in this plane of existence.”
She handed him her link again. “Do you know who issued the warrant? They claim to be your uncle.”
He scrolled through the screen until he saw the name. “Never heard of an Anicetus. No idea who it could be.”
“Well, we need to ditch the transport.” Jayne swung into an alley and quickly turned it off. She grabbed her things, got out, and waited for Hadrian.
He’d just joined her when she felt a presence behind her.
Jayne moved to attack, but before she could identify who was after them, Hadrian threw his hand out.
She felt the blast from his hand ripple through the air around her like an electrical current. It raised the hair on her arms.
That wasn’t the impressive part.
The fact that it lifted their assailant up and slammed in into a wall was.
And he wasn’t the only one.
Two more snipers fell from locations she hadn’t detected.
Damn . . . she never wanted to be on the receiving end ofthat. “Impressive.”
Hadrian didn’t speak as he hissed and staggered against the transport.
“You okay?” Jayne rushed to his side.
His nose was bleeding, and she didn’t miss the way his hands trembled.
Shaking his head as if to clear it, he clutched his backpack to him. “We have to get out of here. I won’t be conscious much longer.”
