Logically, I knew she could, but it didn’t make the anxiety of having her away from me and in potential danger go away.
I went back to work, clicking through Hunter’s Guild website on my laptop, trying to find a match to the sigil. The guild kept a registry of all the known supernatural covens, packs, and houses.
It would have been nice to have gotten an answer directly from a witch, but with most of them inebriated last night and the one witch that Jack was friendly with MIA, I was left with scouring the guild site.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t providing any insight. The guild didn’t have a comprehensive list of all the covens. A lot of them were extremely private and refused to become public, let alone registered. This one could be one of those covens or perhaps even a new one that hadn’t had a chance to register yet.
Either way, it left me back at square one.
I picked up the note and read over the words again.We know what you did.If this was someone who didn’t have malicious intentions, they would have said it in a different way or even signed the note. If they didn’t want Jack to be scared or on edge, they would have just approached her about it.
No, whoever wrote this note wanted her scared. Wanted her watching over her shoulder. That meant they had maliciousintentions, intentions I didn’t plan on letting them act on. Even if I had to tie Jack to my bed to keep her safe.
The thought of Jack in my bed brought up last night’s incident.
My fingers touched my lips. It had been a year since we’d kissed. A year since I’d kissed anyone.
I should have moved on. Found someone to distract myself with. It would have made it easier to be around her all the time and yet, I couldn’t.
I couldn’t imagine kissing, touching, or being close to someone else. Not the way Jack and I used to be.
That was what I missed the most, not the sex, though the one time we were together had been wonderful. We used to be more than just teammates. More than just lovers. We were best friends. We knew everything about each other.
And now we were virtually strangers, tiptoeing around each other. Because of me.
I sighed and dragged my hands over my face before setting my glasses on the island. At this rate, I’d always been watching her from the side lines. She’d eventually make up with the wolf and vampire. Knowing how amazing she was, there was no way the vampire would stay away, not for long anyway. And then I would lose her... forever.
A knock on my door pulled my attention from the computer.
Hope leaped in my chest. A part of me wanted it to be Jack. Even if it was just to talk about the mission, I wanted to see her. I needed to see her. I rubbed my lower lip and smiled, pushing up from my seat to answer the door.
I barely opened the door before I was pushed out of the way a line of vampires stalking into my apartment. Since I’d been anticipating Jack, I hadn’t grabbed a weapon.
I was left pressed against the wall, shocked by the seven men in my apartment. It only took me a moment to recognize them and then I was surprised for a whole other reason.
Clearing my throat, I moved away from the wall and closed the apartment door before walking into the living room area. My gaze moved over the seven of them, correcting my earlier assessment about them all being vampires.
One of them, I assumed Darren, sat next to the silvery blonde-haired male and he was clearly human, his skin tanner than having the usual pale tone of a vampire.
To the left of where the silver-haired vampire stood a large vampire with buzzed hair and dark skin. My prior knowledge of the Durands told me this was Marcus. The one who could move the earth, a power that had the guild nervous.
Sitting on my couch near Marcus sat twins. The two of them were so identical it was practically impossible to tell the difference between them except the way they styled their light brown hair. One tousled their hair while the other kept theirs slightly shaggier. Allister and Drake, though I couldn’t figure out which was which.
On my other couch sat a red-haired male that if I didn’t know any better looked like he was barely in his twenties. This was Rayne, the mind reader.
Next to him, lounging like being there was a boring affair, sat Wynn. He had dark hair that curled at the neck and an open-necked buttoned-up silk shirt, very much living up to the reputation as the flirty type. I didn’t know much about his ability, but I knew it was something he didn’t use for fighting.
“Please, Mr. Fawley. We don’t mean you any harm.” Antoine’s cultured voice spoke of some European country but I couldn’t place it.
“Speak for yourself.” One of the twins cracked his knuckles, eyes never leaving me.
It wasn’t their glare that bothered me. It was the intensity with which Rayne stared at me. I tried to keep my mind blank, to think of anything other than the fact that I’d had his daughter pressed up against a tree and my tongue down her throat not ten hours ago.
The redhead smirked.
Oh, God just kill me now.
Trying to give off a nonchalant air, I perched against the stool I had vacated earlier. “How can I help you all?”
