the hell out of them." I froze mid-move. "What if Kieran Morrow's drug wasn't recreational? What if he was doping? That would explain why the drug was untraceable."
"The Enclave doesn't have a system for detecting performance-enhancing drugs?" Farah asked. "I find that hard to believe."
"They wouldn't have detected this one," I said. I left out Ziggy's role in identifying it. I knew they'd chastise me for getting in touch with a former Shadow Elite employee, especially given Jamie's recent death. I was supposed to be laying low, not reaching out to people I hadn't seen in years.
Flynn flipped a throwing knife in the air and caught it by the handle. "I'm surprised I haven't heard about it."
I was too. He was always knee-deep in the dirt.
"You should ask someone on Luciano's team," he said.
"Maybe Kieran was trying out a sample," I proposed. "Hoping for an edge in the games?"
Flynn shrugged. "Every experiment needs a guinea pig."
I pulled out my phone and he groaned.
"Alyse, we're in the middle of training. Do you need to make social calls now?"
"It's not a social call," I said. "I want to pass this information along and then we can get back to business."
Flynn's blue eyes glinted. "You mean pass it along to the Naphil Boy Scout so he can earn his Just Say No badge? Doesn't he have anything cooler to do besides good deeds and making the world a better place?"
Flynn wasn't a fan of Captain Reed. As a djinni who walked a shady path, he avoided the Nephilim in general, but he seemed to take an instant dislike to my new acquaintance.
"He would definitely make my world a better place," Farah said. Unlike Flynn, she'd taken an instant 'like' to the good captain. All you had to do was look at him to understand why. The chiseled features, the wavy, blond hair, the deep brown eyes with flecks of gold. He was a walking, talking aphrodisiac.
"I'm texting Detective Thompson," I said. "It's her case."
"Oh." Flynn seemed mildly embarrassed by his assumption. "Well, while you're playing good cop, I'll text Tessa to let her know what time to expect me for dinner."
I rolled my eyes. Flynn was trying so hard to play house with his human girlfriend, Tessa. It was only a matter of time before that house of cards collapsed.
Not to be left out, Farah whipped out her phone.
"Who are you texting?" I asked as I hit the send button.
"That Shaitan I met at Viper Pit the other night. The one with the tiger eyes."
"What was his name again?" I asked. I met him briefly, when he was in the kitchen the next morning in nothing but his boxer briefs. The human body had been rock solid and his visible animal part was more understated than most Shaitans. In fact, most women probably didn't notice his tiger eyes. They were too focused on the rest of him.
Farah stopped typing for a moment. "Lars? Bjorn? Something Scandinavian."
"You're texting him, but you don't know his name?" Flynn asked.
"Forget texting," I said. "She slept with him and doesn't know his name."
"I knew it at the time," she replied, unconcerned. "It just didn't stick."
"Speaking of sticks," I said, reaching for the other yantok. I made a big show of twirling them in front of me. "Let's get back to work."
Flynn grinned as he slid his phone back into his pocket. "I'm already picturing your next bruise. Purple brings out the color in your eyes."
9
F or my visit to the Enclave, I sported a bruise on my cheek. Since Flynn pictured it around my eye, I considered the change in location a small victory.
Pinky and I walked to LOVE Park where she set me up with her magical version of twilight. At least this time, I wasn't alone. As promised, I didn't fall completely unconscious, but I was only vaguely aware of my movement. I assumed Pinky used a cloaking spell to transport me from the park to the Enclave's underground headquarters. I felt strong arms lifting me into a car and had a vision of Pinky's blond hair beside me. That was the extent of my awareness. When I finally returned
"The Enclave doesn't have a system for detecting performance-enhancing drugs?" Farah asked. "I find that hard to believe."
"They wouldn't have detected this one," I said. I left out Ziggy's role in identifying it. I knew they'd chastise me for getting in touch with a former Shadow Elite employee, especially given Jamie's recent death. I was supposed to be laying low, not reaching out to people I hadn't seen in years.
Flynn flipped a throwing knife in the air and caught it by the handle. "I'm surprised I haven't heard about it."
I was too. He was always knee-deep in the dirt.
"You should ask someone on Luciano's team," he said.
"Maybe Kieran was trying out a sample," I proposed. "Hoping for an edge in the games?"
Flynn shrugged. "Every experiment needs a guinea pig."
I pulled out my phone and he groaned.
"Alyse, we're in the middle of training. Do you need to make social calls now?"
"It's not a social call," I said. "I want to pass this information along and then we can get back to business."
Flynn's blue eyes glinted. "You mean pass it along to the Naphil Boy Scout so he can earn his Just Say No badge? Doesn't he have anything cooler to do besides good deeds and making the world a better place?"
Flynn wasn't a fan of Captain Reed. As a djinni who walked a shady path, he avoided the Nephilim in general, but he seemed to take an instant dislike to my new acquaintance.
"He would definitely make my world a better place," Farah said. Unlike Flynn, she'd taken an instant 'like' to the good captain. All you had to do was look at him to understand why. The chiseled features, the wavy, blond hair, the deep brown eyes with flecks of gold. He was a walking, talking aphrodisiac.
"I'm texting Detective Thompson," I said. "It's her case."
"Oh." Flynn seemed mildly embarrassed by his assumption. "Well, while you're playing good cop, I'll text Tessa to let her know what time to expect me for dinner."
I rolled my eyes. Flynn was trying so hard to play house with his human girlfriend, Tessa. It was only a matter of time before that house of cards collapsed.
Not to be left out, Farah whipped out her phone.
"Who are you texting?" I asked as I hit the send button.
"That Shaitan I met at Viper Pit the other night. The one with the tiger eyes."
"What was his name again?" I asked. I met him briefly, when he was in the kitchen the next morning in nothing but his boxer briefs. The human body had been rock solid and his visible animal part was more understated than most Shaitans. In fact, most women probably didn't notice his tiger eyes. They were too focused on the rest of him.
Farah stopped typing for a moment. "Lars? Bjorn? Something Scandinavian."
"You're texting him, but you don't know his name?" Flynn asked.
"Forget texting," I said. "She slept with him and doesn't know his name."
"I knew it at the time," she replied, unconcerned. "It just didn't stick."
"Speaking of sticks," I said, reaching for the other yantok. I made a big show of twirling them in front of me. "Let's get back to work."
Flynn grinned as he slid his phone back into his pocket. "I'm already picturing your next bruise. Purple brings out the color in your eyes."
9
F or my visit to the Enclave, I sported a bruise on my cheek. Since Flynn pictured it around my eye, I considered the change in location a small victory.
Pinky and I walked to LOVE Park where she set me up with her magical version of twilight. At least this time, I wasn't alone. As promised, I didn't fall completely unconscious, but I was only vaguely aware of my movement. I assumed Pinky used a cloaking spell to transport me from the park to the Enclave's underground headquarters. I felt strong arms lifting me into a car and had a vision of Pinky's blond hair beside me. That was the extent of my awareness. When I finally returned
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