Moon Sworn (Riley Jenson Guardian 9)

Amusement bubbled through me. Who said I was talking about the ceremony?

"Riley," Jack said heavily, "stop mind-talking to Quinn and concentrate on the business at hand."

"It takes two to talk," I commented. "And I am listening."

He gave me a disbelieving look, then continued. "You and Rhoan will hit the house once the guards are taken out. He does keep two rottweilers inside, so you'll have to watch out for those."

"A good stun gun will fix those quickly enough," Rhoan said dryly. "But someone this security conscious is going to have standby systems we don't know about."

"And a gun by the bed, no doubt," I said.

"No doubt, so be careful." Jack was looking at me rather than Rhoan when he said that, which wasn't exactly fair. Rhoan tended to be more reckless. The only problem was, the bad guys just didn't seem to enjoy munching on his body as much as they did mine.

Jack opened another folder and passed several sheets of paper to me and Rhoan. "These are the house plans. Memorize the layout while you're heading down to the armory."

Rhoan barely even looked at them before standing, but he was good enough at his job that he probably didn't need more than that. "Which we'd better do now if we want to get to Brighton with sufficient time to spare."

"Just weapons," Jack warned. "Don't grab body armor. If some overwatchful guard spots you before you near the property, we don't want them suspecting anything is up."

"The minute we drive up with Directorate plates, any watchful guard is going to know the jig is up," I commented. "And we have body armor? Why was I never told?"

"Which is why we'll be using false plates. Be down in the parking garage in - " He hesitated and glanced at his watch " - ten minutes. And you've never been given body armor because someone who can move with the speed of a vampire rarely has any use for it. It's for nonguardian personnel, like the cleanup teams."

He'd obviously forgotten about all the bullet holes I had in my body. "I've never seen Cole or his team in them."

"No, but they have them in their cars." He glanced at Sal. "Keep me updated on any movements. Quinn and Riley, you'll need to be fitted with external earpieces, seeing we haven't the time to fit internals to either of you."

For which I was extremely glad - and not only because my poor ears were still recovering from the previous ones being hacked out.

Jack rose and headed out the door. I glanced at Quinn. "Do you want a gun, as well?" Jack hadn't suggested that, but I couldn't see him objecting.

"I'd rather not." He touched a hand to my back to guide me out the door, and a warm shiver ran down my spine. But it wasn't really sexual, more a rightness. A feeling of being protected.

And that was nice.

We headed down to the armory to suit up, and ten minutes later were down in the underground parking lot climbing into unmarked Directorate cars.

The drive to Brighton was quick. Daskill's house was located in Cosham Street, which, according to those in the know - namely Quinn and Jack - was one of the area's most sought-after streets.

And that in itself had to be a pointer to the fact that he was making his money via means other than the aircraftfor-hire business. The current downturn in the economy meant airlines the world over were suffering from a lack of passengers. Even Quinn's business had nosedived - but he'd been around long enough to have investments in lots of different arenas. Daskill hadn't - although if he was behind the murder operation, I guess it could be said that he had diversified.

We pulled up several houses away, Jack in an SUV and the rest of us in a black four-door sedan that didn't look out of place in this neighborhood. The street was lined with old trees and the houses were a mix of old and new. Daskill's was the latter - a series of big white concrete and glass boxes surrounded by a huge, black concrete fence. Even from where we sat in the car, the security cameras were very noticeable. His wasn't the only house in the street that had them, either.>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.