“Just sayin’. Why didn’t you tell me you guys were mated? That you have a history together?”
“It doesn’t mean anything,” Julian retorted, angry that the Irishman thought he would even entertain a discussion about the jaguar.
“Yeah, keep telling yourself that.” Declan looked away, and muttered, “You Castille boys are all the same. You have no fucking clue.”
Julian took a step toward Declan, and whispered softly, “Jaden DaCosta is not someone we will discuss.”
Declan rolled his eyes and smiled, a nasty fuck-you grin. “You look like shit
,” he declared. His tone was light, a direct contrast to the cold, dead glint in his eyes.
“I could say the same,” Julian replied.
“Breaking someone who has dipped their toes into the dark arts isn’t exactly a restful way to spend the night.”
That sparked his interest. “What did you learn?”
A muscle worked its way sharply across Declan’s cheek as he clenched his teeth. “Nothing.”
Julian’s eyes swept the entire area. “Where is he? Let me have a shot at him.” Julian grinned at the thought of inflicting pain on the asshole whose hands had been all over Jaden.
Declan ran his hand through the thick hair atop his head before releasing a long sigh.
“Ain’t gonna happen, sport.”
Damn, but he hated it when Declan called him that. He arched an eyebrow and glared at the sorcerer. “And that would be because?”
Declan paused, then spoke quietly. “The bastard is dead.”
Julian felt his frustration rise and clenched his hands together tightly. “Dead,” he ground out.
“As a fucking doornail,” Declan answered.
Julian glared at the sorcerer, not impressed with his attempt at humor. Declan’s attention was diverted, and they both turned as Finn nodded at them.
“You see Jaden?” the eagle shifter asked.
Julian shook his head but remained silent.
Finn swore under his breath before turning to an operative at the station nearest him. “Max, track her down. I’ve already tried her cell, and she’s not in her suite.”
“Will do, sir.”
“What’s up?” Julian asked, his curiosity piqued. The atmosphere had changed, the air lit with an energy that sizzled along the room, touching them all.
Finn sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “We’ve got a situation in Mexico City.”
Alarm shot through Julian. Templo Mayor was in the heart of Mexico City.
“What kind of situation?” he asked gruffly.
“The demon kind,” Nico answered. The jaguar emerged from a room down the way, and Julian’s already tense shoulders tightened even more.
“Where?” he asked.
Nico ignored him, and Julian glared at the shifter.
“We locate Jaden yet?” Nico asked Finn.