Page 21 of Reap the Night
“This is Order business,” Charles snapped.
“Yes, we know,” Hemlock said. “We’re the ones who summoned you.”
“Ah, theSingerbrothers.” His gaze slid my way before flicking back to the two of them.
“She knows who we are,” Ordell said. “So do the others here.”
His cheeks went red. “You told them all?”
Ordell and Hemlock exchanged glances, but it was Hemlock who spoke. “That is how it works.”
“I told them.” I crossed my arms. “It was a condition of my working with the guys to help Ezekiel, but I’m no longer needed.”
“Indeed,” he said. “And I can relocate you at any time, so?—”
“Enough!” Ordell boomed. “She’s not going anywhere.”
“You don’t get to make that call,” Charles said. “The white wings do.”
“And are you a white wing?” Hemlock asked.
“No, but I?—”
“Then piss off.”
“You have no authority here,” Ordell said. “And once I’m done speaking to the electorate, you’ll have no job either.”
Charles paled. “Now wait a?—”
“Why are you still here?” Hemlock asked.
The guys stepped away from the door, an invitation for Charles to evacuate.
“Well,” Charles said. “I’ll take my leave. Good day.” He clipped out of the room.
“Wanker,” Edwin said from the office door.
“Who crawled up his ass and died?” Holly added.
“His shoes were so shiny,” Merry pointed out. “Obsessively so.”
“You okay?” Padma asked me.
Did I have hearts in my eyes for the hunters right now? Yes, yes, I did. I blinked to dispel them and ducked my head. “I’m good. Go, I’ll lock up.”
The team grabbed their stuff and left, raining goodbyes on their way out, and then I was alone with the men who’d defended me.
No. Do not look at them with hearts.
“You ready to go eat?” Ordell said.
“We’re on duty,” Hemlock reminded him.
“At a restaurant,” Ordell said. “No reason why we can’t eat while we watch Ezekiel’s back.”
I grabbed my sword and jacket. “I fancy a steak. Medium rare.”
Ordell made an appreciative sound close on my heels as I slipped through the door.
