supernatural. I’d volunteered to find out what Doc had discovered from the blood samples. I could have phoned her, but after Nicholas left, I couldn’t sit still, since the hovering had intensified. Once Talia arrived, she’d fussed as much as Jean Luc and Misha about my mental stability.
And being the overprotective bunch they were, they insisted on having one of them accompany me. Misha got the short straw. I was expecting a lecture from him but had a merciful reprieve, since he was involved in a phone call the entire drive. A call he conducted in Russian.
He finally hung up when I cut the engine. “Sorry, little one.”
“I’m fine, Mish. If you have somewhere else you need to be, just let me know. I don’t need a babysitter right now.”
He clucked his tongue at me. “Jason told me once that you are one of the most stubborn people he ever met. I told him I already knew.”
My stomach bottomed out at Jason’s name.
“Have you talked to Jason lately?”
The grin left Misha’s face. “Yes.”
“Is he going to come back to work with us?”
Misha stared out the window for so long I didn’t think he was going to answer me. “He’s not ready yet.”
“It’s my fault.”
“Kyle—”
“It is. I should have told him Griffin suspected he was part shifter. Instead, he had to hear it from William, the sick bastard. And of course he taunted Jason about it. Now he’s keeping us all at arm’s length. Doc hasn’t heard from him, either.”
“He’ll return when he’s ready, Kyle. He’s strong, and once he accepts who he is, he’ll want our help.”
I opened my mouth to argue, but Misha’s phone rang again. He looked at the screen. “I have to get this. It’s my father. He’s been working to find out if there are demons on earth with the powers we’re seeking.” He clicked on the phone and spoke in Russian again.
I handed him my keys. Since the only Russian I knew was swear words, there was no point in eavesdropping.
I walked through our storage facility to the lab door. After I keyed numbers on the keypad, the doors swished open, and I went in. Doc was examining something under a microscope on the other side of the room. Even with her blond hair in a ponytail and wearing scrubs, Sabrina was gorgeous. Of course, being a succubus demon went hand in hand with beauty. If sex was the way you fed, you wouldn’t last long if you were ugly.
She frowned and came around the table toward me. “Kyle.”
I hung my head. “Shit. It was you Misha was talking to on the drive here.”
She feigned surprise. “What are you talking—”
I interrupted her with some choice Russian curse words, and her eyes widened. Busted.
“You speak Russian.”
She sighed. “Fine. He called me and told me what’s going on. He’s worried about you.”
“I’m fine.”
Sabrina propped her fists on her hips. “Don’t give me a line of bull.”
I usually loved that Sabrina never pulled her punches. Usually.
“Okay. I lost it for a minute when I saw Dalton. It was shock more than anything. But he’s fine, and I’ll be fine.”
“You must be hurting.”
“We need to solve this case. Then he will go away, and everything will get back to normal.” And if I said it a few thousand more times, maybe I’d actually believe it.
Doc pointed to a chair. “Sit.”
“Why?”
“Because I want to check you over.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
“Misha told me you had another episode with the Key yesterday.”
“How do you say ‘big mouth’ in Russian?” I grumbled as I plopped onto the chair.
She ignored me while she poked and prodded. After a few minutes, she looked at me and frowned.
“What?”
“I think your reflexes are a little sluggish. How do you feel?”
“I feel fine.”
“I want you to call me if you have any more incidents, got it?”
The door swished open behind me, interrupting my response. “You can come in now, Misha. It’s okay. I won’t hurt you this time .”
At least
And being the overprotective bunch they were, they insisted on having one of them accompany me. Misha got the short straw. I was expecting a lecture from him but had a merciful reprieve, since he was involved in a phone call the entire drive. A call he conducted in Russian.
He finally hung up when I cut the engine. “Sorry, little one.”
“I’m fine, Mish. If you have somewhere else you need to be, just let me know. I don’t need a babysitter right now.”
He clucked his tongue at me. “Jason told me once that you are one of the most stubborn people he ever met. I told him I already knew.”
My stomach bottomed out at Jason’s name.
“Have you talked to Jason lately?”
The grin left Misha’s face. “Yes.”
“Is he going to come back to work with us?”
Misha stared out the window for so long I didn’t think he was going to answer me. “He’s not ready yet.”
“It’s my fault.”
“Kyle—”
“It is. I should have told him Griffin suspected he was part shifter. Instead, he had to hear it from William, the sick bastard. And of course he taunted Jason about it. Now he’s keeping us all at arm’s length. Doc hasn’t heard from him, either.”
“He’ll return when he’s ready, Kyle. He’s strong, and once he accepts who he is, he’ll want our help.”
I opened my mouth to argue, but Misha’s phone rang again. He looked at the screen. “I have to get this. It’s my father. He’s been working to find out if there are demons on earth with the powers we’re seeking.” He clicked on the phone and spoke in Russian again.
I handed him my keys. Since the only Russian I knew was swear words, there was no point in eavesdropping.
I walked through our storage facility to the lab door. After I keyed numbers on the keypad, the doors swished open, and I went in. Doc was examining something under a microscope on the other side of the room. Even with her blond hair in a ponytail and wearing scrubs, Sabrina was gorgeous. Of course, being a succubus demon went hand in hand with beauty. If sex was the way you fed, you wouldn’t last long if you were ugly.
She frowned and came around the table toward me. “Kyle.”
I hung my head. “Shit. It was you Misha was talking to on the drive here.”
She feigned surprise. “What are you talking—”
I interrupted her with some choice Russian curse words, and her eyes widened. Busted.
“You speak Russian.”
She sighed. “Fine. He called me and told me what’s going on. He’s worried about you.”
“I’m fine.”
Sabrina propped her fists on her hips. “Don’t give me a line of bull.”
I usually loved that Sabrina never pulled her punches. Usually.
“Okay. I lost it for a minute when I saw Dalton. It was shock more than anything. But he’s fine, and I’ll be fine.”
“You must be hurting.”
“We need to solve this case. Then he will go away, and everything will get back to normal.” And if I said it a few thousand more times, maybe I’d actually believe it.
Doc pointed to a chair. “Sit.”
“Why?”
“Because I want to check you over.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
“Misha told me you had another episode with the Key yesterday.”
“How do you say ‘big mouth’ in Russian?” I grumbled as I plopped onto the chair.
She ignored me while she poked and prodded. After a few minutes, she looked at me and frowned.
“What?”
“I think your reflexes are a little sluggish. How do you feel?”
“I feel fine.”
“I want you to call me if you have any more incidents, got it?”
The door swished open behind me, interrupting my response. “You can come in now, Misha. It’s okay. I won’t hurt you this time .”
At least
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