Deadly Desire (Riley Jenson Guardian 7)

Whatever the reason, the fact was that I didn't want to fight him. I might be stronger and faster, but I had a feeling Kye had a few nasty surprises of his own.

"Retreat to the stairs, Kye. This is Directorate business, and you shouldn't be here."

He'd hear from the stairs, we both knew that. It was a way for both of us to back down gracefully, avoiding a fight that would do neither of us any good.

He stared at me for a moment longer, then that odd spark was snuffed from his eyes. Desire lingered, however. Maybe he could control that no more than I could.

"This won't end here. You know that."

I didn't answer, simply because I wasn't entirely sure what he was referring to-the challenge, or the attraction. Either possibility was unsettling.

He turned and walked away. I glanced back at the kid. The same two kids stood behind him, but the scent of several others hovered in the nearby room, and a few of those were new.

"That was intense," the blue-eyed leader of this motley group said, his gaze flickering between me and Kye. "Felt like you two were about to come to blows."

Given that wasn't actually a question, there was no point in answering. "Where's Joe?"

"Where's the money?"

I smiled and dug the wad of cash out of my pocket. He tried to take it, but I grabbed his hand before it got anywhere near the cash.

His eyes widened slightly. "You're fast."

"Werewolves are. Produce Joe."

"How do I know you'll give me the money afterward?"

"You don't. But I will."

He considered me for a moment, obviously weighing his options. Then he made a motion and a door behind me opened.

"What do you want?" a new voice said.

I turned around. Joe was small and, like most of the kids here, on the thin side. He also had gray eyes that were absolutely startling against the darkness of his skin.

"Mike tells me you were friends with Kaz Michaels."

The kid's gaze slipped past me for a moment, getting, I suspected, the go-ahead from the boss. "Yeah. What of it?"

"Did you see her much the days before she died?"

"Sure. She bunked here, like me."

"Then was there anything different about her behavior in the days leading up to her death? Did anything unusual happen?"

He frowned. "Well, she met a lady about a job, which was odd because Kaz didn't really like to work."

I raised my eyebrows. "Was the woman from employment services?"

The kid behind me snorted. "Yeah, the government's so concerned about us living on the streets that they send employment gurus down here to help us."

"Then who?"

Joe shrugged. "She was just a lady. Well preserved, middle aged, wearing a blonde wig."

"A wig?"

"Yeah. There was a stray lock of brown hair coming out the back of it, like."