“But how can I—?”
I waved a hand in front of his face. “I don’t care. Focus on what you do best, gathering data, and let me do what I do best. Then hopefully we will both get out of this hell hole sooner rather than later.”
Not waiting for him to answer me, I stalked out of the office and practically jogged down the hallways until I reached the teacher’s quarters. I had expected to see Tate and Kyren waiting for me at the door, but they weren’t there.
A light beneath my door had me turning the knob, my hand reaching for the gun I held at the small of my back. Not many were stupid enough to break into my apartment. Only one person had actually done it before and she wasn’t supposed to be on campus right now.
Still, I stayed on high alert until a deep chuckle and the clinking of glasses made me aware of who my burglars were. I relaxed my hand on my gun as I walked into the apartment, finding both the vampire and the wolf helping themselves to my wine, cuddling on the couch.
“Please, make yourself at home,” I drawled, closing the door behind me.
Tate grinned, throwing an arm over the back of the sofa. “You were taking too long so we let ourselves in.”
Kyren simply watched me with an unreadable expression on his face.
“And do I want to know how you got into my apartment?” I arched a brow, unhooking the watch on my wrist and emptying my pockets for the day.
Tate locked eyes with Kyren, a small secretive smile on his lips.
Sighing, I shook my head and grabbed a full bottle out of the fridge. Not bothering with a glass, I popped the cork and took a long drink of the dark red liquid.
“That bad, huh?”
I glanced over at Tate, who watched me with growing sympathy. “The Hunter’s Guild president called a sudden meeting to discuss data and statistics.”
“Ouch,” Tate winced, glancing at Kyren again. “I told you he wasn’t blowing us off.”
Kyren shrugged a shoulder but still didn’t speak.
“So did you learn anything we could use?” Tate shifted around so that he could see me fully from the couch.
I took another swig from the wine bottle. “Not unless you count learning that my new partner is a tool and a coward.”
Tate chuckled, and I swore I saw Kyren’s lips twitch.
“He — the president — wanted to know how I found out that Gavin and Marianne weren’t the ones who attacked Jack.”
Kyren stiffened.
“Don’t worry,” I quickly added, “I didn’t rat you out. Though it was interesting explaining the situation with that brown noser in the room. Thankfully, the president also happens to be Jack’s godfather, so you’ve got that going for you.”
I gave Kyren a pointed look. “That isn’t a free pass to just go around and kill other supernaturals just because. This time, your actions benefited the collective cause of keeping Jack safe. Next time, it might not be so easy to justify.”
Tate bumped Kyren on the arm, widening his eyes at him until he muttered under his breath.
“What was that?” I lifted my hand to my ear, pretending I didn’t know exactly what he had said.
Kyren glowered. “Thank you.”
A smug smile crossed my lips as I dipped my chin in his direction. “You’re welcome.” I sat the bottle down on the counter and turned to Tate. “Now, did you get the note?”
Tate stood from the couch and dug into his pocket, producing a piece of paper with words printed on it. “I tried to get a scent off it, but either it’s been too long, or they charmed it. Honestly, I’d be counting on the latter. Far too easy to get a witch to do your dirty work around here.”
I hummed as I looked the note over. There weren’t any distinguishing marks. No sigils like the card from the witches had on it. These people didn’t want anyone to know who they were until it was too late.
Well, that didn’t work for me.
“Think we could find one of these witches?” I inquired.
