Same. Only I'm legal.
His smile felt like sunshine through rain. All warm and sparkly as it spun through my thoughts.
Bounty hunters are legal.
Not in this state, buddy boy. I paused. Why are you hunting the zombie?
Who said I was hunting the zombie?
The metal platform swayed a little as he moved and I grabbed sideways, wrapping a hand around the railing to steady myself. A stupid reaction really, given I could now achieve seagull form and fly with some semblance of proficiency, but it seemed my stupid fear of heights just wouldn't entirely go away.
The dogs are coming back, he added.
I looked down. There was nothing but an inky blackness to be seen, and the only thing I could feel-and smell- was him.
How the fuck can you see or sense anything in this muck?
I can't see them. I can feel them.
How?
He hesitated. Its a talent.
Another talent you supposedly don't have?
Yeah.
The scent of this wolf might be divine, but his continued avoidance of any real information was getting damned annoying.
Tell me why you're here, before I'm tempted to beat the information out of you.
You wouldn't. You re not the type.
You have no idea what type I am, Kye.
Oh, I think I do. I could feel the weight of his gaze on me, knew without even seeing his face that his expression would be thoughtful. Intent. Like a soldier sighting an opponent and weighing his options. I saw you in action with Patrin, remember. Given everything he'd done to you and your brother, you would have been well within your rights to kill him. And yet, you let him live. Scared the shit out of him, true, but left him alive. That shows compassion-and perhaps more than a touch of foolishness.
How do you know of our history with Patrin? How did he know about my brother? It certainly wasn't something I spread around-and Patrin surely wouldn't. Not after we'd so thoroughly busted his ass.
But how else would Kye have found out? He might be able to read my surface thoughts with ease, but he'd gotten no further than that.
I was sure of that much.
How else would I know? Patrin boasted me about it, before you and Rhoan showed him just how foolish such attempts would be now.
Patrin's a bastard. And how dare he tell strangers that Rhoan and I were related! In our line of business, that could get dangerous-and giving that sort of information to a man who was little more than a gun for hire was doubly so. But why would he have told you about us? It had nothing to do with your stint as bodyguard.
Well, conversations about the weather got boring, he said, mind voice dry. Your pack mate is not the most intelligent conversationalist around, let me tell you.
'What the fuck?' The voice rose out of the blackness, thick with anger and very definitely female. 'Don't tell me you lost the trail?'
No words answered her, but one of the hellhounds whined.
So, not only could the zombie understand crow, but the witch could understand hellhound, Either that, or they were telepathic-which was entirely possible, given that my knowledge of hellhounds could have filled a teaspoon.
'Well, scents just can't disappear.' She paused, as if listening, then added, 'No excuses accepted. Finish off the creature. We must get out of here.'
I glanced toward Kye. Who is that?
My target.
She's the crow?
Yep.
Who put you onto her?
The father of her first victim. He's a friend of mine, and asked me to look into it.
The first victim was only murdered several nights ago. That's not exactly giving us a whole lot of time to solve this case.
If it was your daughter, he said, mind voice patient, like he was talking to a slightly slow child, wouldn't you take every avenue you could to find her killer?
He had a point-although it wasn't one I was about to acknowledge. So technically, you're not hunting a bounty, you're just hunting.
With intent to kill. Just like me. Except I was supposedly on the side of the angels. Kye was on no one's side but his most recent employer.
Considering hunting is illegal in this state, do you think it wise for me to admit it?
He'd basically done that anyway, which only emphasized the point that this wolf had very little fear of guardians or of the Directorate. Which meant he was either very dangerous or very stupid, and I suspected it wasn't the latter.
This is a guardian case, Kye. Which means I have to warn you to keep you nose out of it.
Warning heard.
And ignored, if his tone was anything to go by.
A soft scraping filled the brief silence. I frowned down at the ground I still couldn't see, wondering what the witch was doing.
Shit, Kye said. The blackness is fading and lifting.
He was right, because the ground was suddenly visible-and distant enough that old fears had me stepping back from the edge. The curtain was lifting from the concrete up, and if we didn't do something very quickly, it would leave us altogether exposed.
It wasn't the witch that worried me. It was those hounds.
I stepped forward, wrapped my arms around Kye, and pulled him close. He tensed instantly, and the warm amusement that had been flowing between us fled faster than water down a drain.
Now is not a good time for this sort of thing.
Amusement bubbled through me. So, it was okay for the bounty hunter to pull me close, but heaven forbid that I do the same. Don't worry, wolf, I'm not trying to jump your bones. If I was, you'd know about it.
So what the hell are you trying to do?
He was still as stiff as a board, and yet despite his obvious displeasure with my sudden action, there were parts of him that were totally enjoying the experience.
Which was a relief, because at least it meant I hadn't entirely lost my touch in the weeks I'd been with Quinn.
I'm half vampire, remember? I can cloak us in darkness.
Patrin never mentioned that aspect.
Patrin knows squat about what Rhoan and I are really capable of.
Oh, I think he's got an inkling after what you did to him.
He relaxed a little, his arms going around my waist and his body pressing harder against mine. As the fading blackness began to expose the walkway we were standing on, I extended the shadows and wrapped them around
