He gives me a curt nod, pulling his phone out to take down a note.
The Kensingtons live in the pits of the Omnia playground, right in the area of Harriston where their playground festers.
We’ll be fucking surrounded by blood suckers, and I need Ultio scattered through the entire area. Not one route out will be untouched by my people, armed and ready to go to a fucking war if needed.
“Do we have something we can send to monitor the house during daylight?” I ask, looking at Rex.
“Sure, we could acquire something.”
We flew a drone over last night to get a rough lay of the land; it’s not discrete enough for during the day. Barry and Louisa live in a gated community, and like most of Kingstone, their acres of land are surrounded by woodland, enough we can get bodies filtered through to storm the house if need be.
They have private security that man their home’s entrance, just like the gates to get into the community. The latter is something we might have trouble with getting the van through. But knowing Rex and Dawson, they’re fully capable of handling that one.
“We’ll send two teams to camp in the woods the night leading up. I want the first to scour the area, make sure it’s clear and check for any cameras.”
Rex nods, pushing off the desk to get to work. “Got it boss.” He smirks, stomping through the meeting room with Dawson in tow.
Regina whispers something to Indie, and she responds by giving her a genuine smile, then leaving for the door. She slides her gaze to me, still that cold exterior icing over her form, and those burning blue eyes setting my skin on fire. “For the next twoweeks, I want you working with the guys, learning everything they have to offer,” I say.
She rolls her eyes at me, making my jaw flex. Normally that would drive a man like me to fucking madness. But on her, I secretly fucking love it.
“My own skills got me this far.”
“Indie—”
“God, you’re fucking bossy, aren’t you? I want, I want, rolled off your lips there more times than I could count.”
I couldn’t retract the smile that’s crawling up my face if God willed it of me.
“Are you giving me fucking sass?” I ask, cocking my head to the side, getting a better look at my little wild cat, hackles up and all.
She scoffs, crossing her legs one over the other, and folding her arms in defiance. “Giving you it straight,boss.”
My smile drops. I run my tongue over my teeth as I lean back and grip the desk with my hands. “Get over here.”
That earlier daringness snuffs out like a candle-lit flame, her back straightening ever so slightly as she stares up at me.
I drop my voice dangerously low, so she knows just how serious I am. “Now, Indie.”
My gaze fixates on the pumping of her pulse on the side of her neck, flexing as she works down a swallow.
She rises on shaky legs, stalking cautiously towards the devil as if he’s whispered the benefits of his afterlife. And she wouldn’t be far off.
The moment she gets within my reach, my hand whips out, clutching around her delicate neck as I tug her against me. “You wanna know why I’m like that?”
Her throat works against my grip, the hammering of her pulse vibrating against the pad of my thumb. “Why?”
I lean down, pressing a silk-soft kiss against the vein. “You.”
Indie’s breathing hitches through her words. “What do you mean?”
I tilt back to my full height, cupping both hands around her jaw, staring into her eyes. I want her toseethe meaningfulness in each of my words.
“You think I’m gonna put a half-assed plan out there? Risking your fucking life?” I brush my finger along her eyebrow, straightening out the dip that’s forming as she listens to me. “You asked me before what my reasons were for all this. It’s you, Indie. It’salwaysbeen fuckingyou. It might have started out for my mum, but then I witnessed what they did to you. I’ve worked for six years straight, not missing a fucking day, working out how I could bring those fucks down for the harm they caused you.”
Her wide eyes search mine, moving at such a pace that if I were to follow them, they’d make me dizzy. Her voice hums low and husky. “Saint—”
“I used to bury myself to silence my mind. I was a walking weapon, too busy in the high pressure of my surroundings, hoping that the sound of the chaos would drown the image of you, but your voice was always louder, even when it whispered.”
