"I'll let him tell you himself."
"Rhoan, wait - " He didn't. A second later, Jack's bald head appeared on the vid-screen. And as Rhoan had already noted, he did not look happy.
"I'm not officially on duty for another day," I said, quickly, "so this had better be an emergency."
Which was a pretty dumb thing to say. Just about all the Directorate cases could be classed as urgent, simply because they involved murdering psychos. We very rarely dealt with anything else.
"There is no such thing as vacation for guardians when emergencies happen," he said, voice dark and full of the anger so evident in his expression. "Next time I damn well ring you, answer the phone. Or else."
I didn't ask what he meant by that. I had a feeling I wouldn't want to know. "So what's the problem?"
"Dead people."
"Dead people are a regular occurrence in our line of work, Jack." And if was just dead people, he wouldn't be ringing me. Or be so mad.
Jack grimaced, his bald head gleaming under the brightness of the overhead lighting. He had to be upstairs in the main offices - the area the public could enter - not in the underground guardian area. There, the lighting was kept at "dusk" level for the sake of the newer vamps. Not that artificial lighting could hurt them. It was just that some of them tended to get jumpy in bright light. And jumpy guardians were never a good thing.
"This is a nasty one," Jack said, "and I need your talents involved."
Meaning he wanted me there to see if I could pick up anything along psychic lines. Like a soul hanging around with ready information to impart.
I scrubbed a hand across my eyes. While I hoped like hell Kade, Iktar, and the other non-vamps Jack had employed to fill out the daytime division got through training soon, the reality was, their presence in the unit wouldn't have saved me from a situation like this. I was the only one with this particular talent.
And yet, as much as I hated the thought of leaving Kellen and heading off to some gruesome murder scene, I couldn't deny the buzz of excitement that was humming through my system. I was going hunting, and the wolf within couldn't wait.
As Jack had once said, all werewolves were addicted to the thrill of the chase. It was just society that had, to some extent, tamed them. Certainly it was something I'd denied for a long, long time.
"Send me the address, then," I said, "But you'll owe me big time, Jack."
Amusement flickered briefly through his green eyes. "I'll give you an extra week of vacation next year."
"Yeah, right." We both knew the likelihood of me taking that was slim. "Just send the details to this number."
"Will do."
I hesitated, then asked, "So, what did you ring me about earlier?"
"Rogue Vamp," he said, voice all annoyed again, my bad for reminding him. "I took care of it myself." If Jack was taking care of business, then business was bad.
I hung up, but kept hold of the phone. "Seeing you smashed my phone, I'll need to keep this."
He touched a hand to my face, gently trailing his fingers down my check to my lips. I kissed his fingertips as they brushed my mouth, saw the flare of desire deep in his bright eyes.
"I figured you might have to leave early, so I arranged for a cab to come back at six."
I glanced at my watch. It was almost that now. I rolled free from his touch and sat up. "I need to go for a quick swim to freshen up."
He caught my hand, stopping me from moving. "I need you to think about something while you're gone."
I raised my eyebrows at the sudden seriousness in his tone. "Sure. What?"
"I want to go solo with you."
I blinked. "What? Now? It's too soon." The reply was almost automatic. As much as I cared for Kellen, as much as I was beginning to think he could be the one, I wasn't ready to go solo with him. Not after the events of the last few months. Not after Quinn. This time, I wasn't rushing into anything, free will or not.
"It's not too soon when it feels so right," he said, and paused, studying me for a moment. "Or are you still playing games with me? Still waiting, just in case something better comes along?"
I sucked in a breath and stared at him. "You really think I'm not serious about us?"