The Darkest Kiss (Riley Jenson Guardian 6)

The thought was almost a wail. I shivered and rubbed my arms. It wasn't her. It was a look-alike. Jenny's dead, too.

The energy was almost gone, the fire on my skin little more than a caress of warmth.

Get whoever it is, came the thought. Stop her.

Then she was gone, heading back into whatever realm her soul was destined for.

I blew out a breath and turned around. Cole was watching me with a concerned expression. "You know, I didn't notice it before, but you almost seem to fade when you do that. It's as if they're sucking the life from you."

I rubbed my arms. "I can feel the chill of the other side through them. So maybe it is sucking something out of me." Who really knew? It might be a talent Jack intended to use to its full capacity, but it certainly wasn't one that the Directorate had seen much of. My teachers were magi, not other people who shared the same skill.

"If it is, then be damn careful. You might reach a point where returning becomes difficult."

I repressed a shiver at the thought, and forced a grin. "What's this? Caring about a guardian? Is the world about to end?"

He snorted softly. "Did I say I cared one way or another? Woman, you're reading me all wrong." His blue eyes held a twinkle that took away the harshness of his words. "Now, what did the damn soul say?"

I smiled. The guardian-hating, werewolf-despising shifter actually cared what happened to me. He mightn't lift a finger to help me, but he did care. It was nice to know, because even if I teased him endlessly and gave him hell, I did actually like him.

"Her name was Maria Kennedy-Smith. Her killer was Jenny Franklin, who's one of the Trollops we haven't yet gotten into protective custody."

"And now won't. Past evidence would have to say she's well and truly dead by now."

"Yeah." I dug my phone out of my pocket. If we could trace Jenny's car, we might just find the bakeneko's trail. I glanced around as Kade walked up. "You found something?"

"The bakeneko is mad."

I snorted softly as I pressed the button for the Directorate. "You don't need empathy to know that."

He gave me an annoyed look. "No, I mean she's going mad. There was no taste of insanity in what she did to Gerard James. There wasn't even insanity in what she did to the shoe man. But there was an insane amount of anger in that last woman's apartment and here - " He hesitated. "Here there is just violence for the sheer pleasure of it. She might have had a motive to begin with, but that has long since gone."

"So she's just killing for the sake of killing now?"

"I would say so."

"Fuck." I blew out a breath, then added, "Jenny Franklin was one of the women you were supposed to take to the safe house, wasn't she?"

"Yeah, but we checked her house and there was no sign of her. She hasn't reported in for work, either. Last I heard, the liaisons were chasing up the location of a couple of exes, to see if they could shed any light on her whereabouts." He studied me for a minute, then said, "Don't tell me the remains under the car are her."

"No, the remains belong to Maria Kennedy-Smith. Her soul wasn't sucked up by the bakeneko, which is why I know the cat had Jenny's form."

Kade looked at Cole. "Why would she waste a perfectly good soul like that?"

"Maybe it was a last-minute killing. Maybe she needed to get out before she was discovered." Cole shrugged, then looked at me. "Yell if you have any further questions."

He spun and walked away, picking up a set of fresh gloves before moving back to the body under the car. I looked away. I didn't want to see him retrieve what was left of Maria. Not when her anguish and pain were still fresh in my mind.

"What can I do for you, wolf girl?" a familiar voice said into my ear.

"Kade said a trace was being put on Jenny Franklin's car. Do you know if that's come through yet?"

"Hang on and I'll check." She paused. "Okay, she owns a white Porsche, and it's currently parked in Lygon Street."

Which was a long street with lots of clubs and restaurants. It could take forever to find the bakeneko there. "Is there anything in Jenny's history that could give a clue as to why the bakeneko has gone there?"

"One of her exes owns the Lygon Towers, and lives on the top floor. We've tried contacting him, but there's no answer."

If he also happened to be one of Cherry's exes, then there was probably very good reason for him not answering. Like, death at the hands of a bloodthirsty, sex-crazed cat. "Send me the address."