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cat? What did you do to him?”
I tried to get a look inside my room but Kylian filled out the doorframe very nicely – err, I meant, unfortunately.
“We just had a talk,” he replied calmly as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
“A talk?”
“Yes,” and at that he went back into the kitchen, with Malo following his every step like it was the most natural thing in the world. Oh God, the Killer had brainwashed my cat somehow.
I knew that morning had just seemed too good to be true. Pauline came to me then, handing me a cup of coffee. God bless her. “Thanks.” Kylian was about to say something, bu t I held up my hand to stop him. “Not yet, coffee first.”
He growled low in his throat. I bet he wasn’t denied that way very often, but I didn’t care, no one would ruin this sacred moment of my day. I needed to breathe coffee, to taste coffee. When I was finished I looked up at him but, of course, he stayed quiet now. “Did you fill them in?” I wanted to know.
He stood there with his arms crossed over his chest and didn’t say a word. Stubborn as a mule.
I glanced at Viviane, who nodded, and then went over to sit on one of the high stools surrounding the kitchen counter. Her opinion meant a lot to me, so I inquired, “What do you think about all of this?”
She refilled my mug and sighed. “Well, if it’s true and we have a traitor among us, then we have to keep in mind that it might be anybody. Even those nearest to us, those we trust. You should keep this a secret.”
Obviously Kylian found his voice again. “Grandpa thinks the same. We should maintain a low profile. And he has no idea what kind of animal or shapeshifter I could have smelled back in the al ley.” He turned to Viviane then. “Do you trust the Chef de la Meute?”
“Like I said before, it might be anybody. You can’t allow yourselves to think otherwise.” Her gaze settled on me. It hurt. That she would be able to suspect Michel of doing something like this. But it was the bitter truth, nothing more and not hing less. I might not like it but I had to accept it. Time to drop another bomb.
“The rogue took out two more last night. A man and a woman, thirty something. Caught him red-handed. We fought and I was able to hurt him. Smashed his nose in and made his navel a couple of inches larger. After cleaning the scene, I followed the blood trail. He was heading north when I lost it. The wounds had probably healed.”
Kylian straightened and stood very calm, his voice rather blank. “You went out on patrol after we split yesterday?”
I frowned and shrugged, having no idea what this was about. “Yes, why?”
He was too calm. I didn’t like it. “Why didn’t you tell me? You could have been hurt.”
With his mood I was glad my shirt covered my wounds. Then it hit me, he was caring for me. “It’s no big deal,” I told him. “I’m doing this every night, you know. Besides, you needed to get some sleep.”
He stepped closer, then stopped as if to rein himself in, but he snapp ed, “Bullshit. You won’t ever go out there alone. I’ll accompany you from now on.”
“What? But-”
“Maiwenn, stop provoking me,” he snarled.
And it dawned on me, he didn’t care, or at least not about my well-being but his male pride. I jumpe d to my feet as angry as he was. “Hey, cut the crap. I’m the Patroness of Paris and not one of your helpless, stupid, little subordinates. I’ve been doing this job since I was fourteen years old and was trained for it even a long time before that. And I think I’ve been rather good at it. I know what I’m doing, dammit.” Who did he think h e was, waltzing in from America and wanting to turn my life upside down. I was not some woman in distress, for God’s sake.
We were facing each other. The tension between us palpable.
“Up onto the roof, you two.” Viviane’s voice thundered through the silence.
That was all it took. In pajamas and bare feet and all I ran to the
I tried to get a look inside my room but Kylian filled out the doorframe very nicely – err, I meant, unfortunately.
“We just had a talk,” he replied calmly as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
“A talk?”
“Yes,” and at that he went back into the kitchen, with Malo following his every step like it was the most natural thing in the world. Oh God, the Killer had brainwashed my cat somehow.
I knew that morning had just seemed too good to be true. Pauline came to me then, handing me a cup of coffee. God bless her. “Thanks.” Kylian was about to say something, bu t I held up my hand to stop him. “Not yet, coffee first.”
He growled low in his throat. I bet he wasn’t denied that way very often, but I didn’t care, no one would ruin this sacred moment of my day. I needed to breathe coffee, to taste coffee. When I was finished I looked up at him but, of course, he stayed quiet now. “Did you fill them in?” I wanted to know.
He stood there with his arms crossed over his chest and didn’t say a word. Stubborn as a mule.
I glanced at Viviane, who nodded, and then went over to sit on one of the high stools surrounding the kitchen counter. Her opinion meant a lot to me, so I inquired, “What do you think about all of this?”
She refilled my mug and sighed. “Well, if it’s true and we have a traitor among us, then we have to keep in mind that it might be anybody. Even those nearest to us, those we trust. You should keep this a secret.”
Obviously Kylian found his voice again. “Grandpa thinks the same. We should maintain a low profile. And he has no idea what kind of animal or shapeshifter I could have smelled back in the al ley.” He turned to Viviane then. “Do you trust the Chef de la Meute?”
“Like I said before, it might be anybody. You can’t allow yourselves to think otherwise.” Her gaze settled on me. It hurt. That she would be able to suspect Michel of doing something like this. But it was the bitter truth, nothing more and not hing less. I might not like it but I had to accept it. Time to drop another bomb.
“The rogue took out two more last night. A man and a woman, thirty something. Caught him red-handed. We fought and I was able to hurt him. Smashed his nose in and made his navel a couple of inches larger. After cleaning the scene, I followed the blood trail. He was heading north when I lost it. The wounds had probably healed.”
Kylian straightened and stood very calm, his voice rather blank. “You went out on patrol after we split yesterday?”
I frowned and shrugged, having no idea what this was about. “Yes, why?”
He was too calm. I didn’t like it. “Why didn’t you tell me? You could have been hurt.”
With his mood I was glad my shirt covered my wounds. Then it hit me, he was caring for me. “It’s no big deal,” I told him. “I’m doing this every night, you know. Besides, you needed to get some sleep.”
He stepped closer, then stopped as if to rein himself in, but he snapp ed, “Bullshit. You won’t ever go out there alone. I’ll accompany you from now on.”
“What? But-”
“Maiwenn, stop provoking me,” he snarled.
And it dawned on me, he didn’t care, or at least not about my well-being but his male pride. I jumpe d to my feet as angry as he was. “Hey, cut the crap. I’m the Patroness of Paris and not one of your helpless, stupid, little subordinates. I’ve been doing this job since I was fourteen years old and was trained for it even a long time before that. And I think I’ve been rather good at it. I know what I’m doing, dammit.” Who did he think h e was, waltzing in from America and wanting to turn my life upside down. I was not some woman in distress, for God’s sake.
We were facing each other. The tension between us palpable.
“Up onto the roof, you two.” Viviane’s voice thundered through the silence.
That was all it took. In pajamas and bare feet and all I ran to the
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