Bound to Shadows (Riley Jenson Guardian 8)

"Which is what happened with me. "

He nodded. I grabbed the vamp's arms, dragging him back through the hall and up the stairs. I was sweating by the time I reached the landing. He might appear to be little more than a string bean, but he obviously had heavy bones.

I dumped him on the floor, knocked over the hall stand, then ripped up a little of the carpet covering the top step. Then I ran back downstairs to grab the werewolf. Him I dragged into the kitchen.

I locked the front door as I came out. Quinn touched my back lightly, guiding me across to the car. At least the ear-splitting music had stopped. "We must find time to undo your mind restraints, too. "

"As I said, that's not important right now. We need to track down our killer first then confront Blake. "

He opened the passenger door and ushered me inside. "You do know that this time, defeating him won't be enough. "

His words had something twisting inside, if only because they were forcing me to confront what I'd long known but hadn't really admitted.

Because the guards inside that house weren't the only ones who were dead men walking.

Blake and whoever else was involved in this scheme were, as well.

But not via the Directorate.

Not via a gun.

It could never be that easy.

No, I had to kill Blake the same way he'd killed my grandfather.

With my wolf.

It was the only way to keep the pack from coming after me and Rhoan and everyone we loved.

Chapter 15

Twelve hours later, with Evin and Lyndal safely tucked away in the West pack's heartland and with Harris's promise to keep them safe at all cost, Quinn and I walked into the day division's tiny conference room.

Sal was the only other person who'd arrived, and she was working at the terminal and frowning at the images flickering across the remote screen. She spun around as we entered, and her smile was wide and genuine.

"Well, well, if it isn't our lost wolf," she said, voice droll but humor crinkling her eyes. "Enjoy your holiday, did you?"

"Totally. " I plunked down on the chair next to hers. "I'd love to say I missed your cheery face, but the truth is, I couldn't even remember it. "

"I heard that. Shame you didn't also forget you worked for the Directorate. It's been so peaceful around here without you. "

I grinned. "So you were bored shitless, huh?"

"Totally. So do try not to get kidnapped again. " She glanced at Quinn, and her expression became more formal - which surprised the hell out of me. "Would you like some coffee?"

"Yes, thank you," he said, the barest hint of amusement in his voice.

I glanced at him as she rose and walked across to the coffee machine - which was sparkly new, and had obviously been installed during the time I'd been missing.

I'm an old one, he said, the amusement that had been barely evident in his words bubbling through his mental tones. Sal's merely showing the respect we old ones are due.

I gave a mental snort and he added, with another burst of amusement, Of course, it also helps that she's been asked to become an official member of the Melbourne vampire council and I happen to be one of those who have the deciding vote.

But Sal hates the council. She said that months ago.

Things change. In this case, I believe the change of heart goes by the name of Norman.

Norman? What a staid old name. I hope he's not.