Man, bitch needed to invest in an armor-plated Range Rover. Or a Hummer like Qhuinn's. The Jag was fast, and suited the motherfucker, but come on. Little traction in all this snow was never a bad idea.
The sports car slowed to a stop as it approached her, its exhaust curling around and glowing in the red tail lights like something a magician would call up onstage.
A window went down and a male voice said, "Enjoying the view?"
The temptation was to flip him off, but she kept her middle finger sheathed as she crunched through the drifts to him. At this point, Assail was not viewed as a "suspect," per se - he had done nothing but help the Brotherhood get Wrath out of there when the assassination attempt had gone down. But still, the attack had occurred at his house, and she wondered about where Xcor was getting his financial resources: Assail had had money even before he'd decided to be a drug kingpin, and wars required cash.
Especially if you were trying to fight the king.
Focusing her symphath side on the male, she read his grid and saw a whole lot of. . . well, lust, for one thing. He wanted her, but she was willing to bet that was not specific to her.
Assail liked sex with chicks. Fine. Got it.
Beneath that testosterone surge, however, she found a hunger for power that was curious. It wasn't about taking down the king, though. It was. . .
"Reading my mind?" he drawled.
If only he knew what he was talking to. "You'd be surprised what I can find out about people. "
"So you know I want you. "
"I would suggest you don't go there. I'm mated. "
"So I've heard. But where's your man. "
"Working. "
As he smiled, the lights of the dashboard picked up his features, highlighting them and making them even more handsome. But he wasn't just a pretty boy: There was a lick of evil in those heated eyes of his.
Dangerous male. Even though he looked like he was nothing more than a coiffed member of the glymera.
"Well," he murmured, "you know what they say. Too much time apart makes the heart grow - "
"Tell me something. You see Xcor around anywhere?"
That shut him up. And lowered his lids.
"I have no idea," he said after a moment, "why you'd ask me that. "
"Oh, really. "
"Not a clue. "
"I know what happened at your house in the fall. "
There was a another pause. "I wouldn't have thought that the Brotherhood mixed business with pleasure. " When she just stared at him, he shrugged. "Well, frankly, I can't believe they're still looking for him. Matter of fact, it's a surprise that that bastard is still breathing. "
"So you've seen him lately. "
At that, his grid lit up in one specific sector - obstruction. He was hiding something from her.
She smiled coldly. "Haven't you, Assail. "
"Listen, I'm going to give you some free advice. I know you're all leather wearing and tough and a self-actualized female of the world, but you don't want to have anything to do with that guy. Have you seen what he looks like? You're mated to a pretty boy like John Matthew, you don't need - "
"I'm not looking to fuck the bastard. "
Her deliberately crass language made him blink. "Indeed. And, ah, good for you. As for myself, I haven't seen him. Not even that night he ambushed Wrath. "