Page 7 of Night Sector
Only because I actuallytalkto him.
This time I did snort. Because he wasn’t wrong.
“If yourfuture Kingtakes too long to agree, then I’ll make sure he never sees Quinn again,” Kyra retorted, causing me to pause midstep.
“Are you threatening Quinnlynn MacNamara?” Cillian asked, his tone holding a lethal edge to it that rivaled the heated response thrumming through my veins.
Kyra scoffed. “As if I’d ever harm my best friend. But I will protect her against an unfit Alpha, which is exactly how I’ll interpret Kieran’s disinterest if he continues to let his Elites speak for him.”
“So you know where she is?” Cillian pressed.
“Obviously,” she deadpanned.
Cillian cocked a brow. “And you’re willing to tell Kieran?”
She folded her slender arms, her stance defiant. “That depends on his punctual response to mymeeting request.” Those last two words were underlined with irritation—an irritation I didn’t quite understand. “But if he makes me wait much longer, then I’ll leave and make damn sure he never finds her again.”
Well, that wasn’t true. With my power leashed around her being, she wouldn’t be going anywhere easily. But I didn’t bother correcting her assumption.
Instead, I studied her profile, curious about her supposed friendship with Quinnlynn. She certainly sounded protective of her. However, that didn’t guarantee that any of her claims were true.
Ask Kieran if he knows about Kyra,I told Cillian.And tell him about the blood.
“You can wait for Kieran in my office,” I added aloud, my words for Kyra.
I didn’t wait for her to comply, nor did I anticipate a response from Cillian.
Rather, I entered my study and moved toward my empty desk. There were weapons hidden all over my office, making this an ideal place to hold Kyra. Mainly because I would be able to defend myself.
Of course, that would change if she found any of my concealed toys. But that was a risk I was willing to take.
A few seconds passed, my inner wolf expectant. This female seemed to interest him and not just because she was an Omega.
His intrigue heightened as her citrusy scent invaded my den, her catlike gaze taking in every inch of my personal space as she entered my office.
I pulled out my desk chair—the only available seat in the room—as a silent offer for temporary peace.
Kyra considered it for a moment, then shrugged and settled into the chair as though it were her own personal throne.
The hairs along the back of my neck danced as her hand went to her pocket, my power reigniting in preparation of taking hold of her wrist. But all she did was pull out a vial of blood—Quinn’sblood—and set it on my desk like some sort of offering.
I glanced at it before meeting her gaze once more.
She said nothing.
I also remained silent.
After several minutes, she canted her head, a question lingering in her gaze.
I didn’t bother asking what she wanted to know. I likely wouldn’t answer her. I also doubted it would be anything I wanted to know.
Her irises flickered with concealed magic, her aura seeming to pulse with ancient energy.
Alluring, I mused, taking her measure once more.
If those deadly vibes were present in any other Omega, I might be tempted to play. I always did fancy a bit of a fight. But this particular Omega might be a little too much for me to handle.
I could practically hear her plotting my death, which would explain that slight twitch of her lips.
