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in the shifter world. But Angus was a good boss and he looked out for all supernatural beings in New Orleans, something he didnât have to do. Hector respected the man and heâd wanted to let him know what his intentions were. And, if he was being honest, he wanted Angus to spread the word around to the Campbell pack that Daphne was off-limits. Angus hadnât been surprised and had even seemed happy about their possible mating.
Hector found Daphne outside on the front wraparound porch leaning against one of the pillars with her arms crossed over her chest. She pushed up and scowled when she saw him. âDone having your all-boys talk?â Sarcasm laced her words.
âI wasnât leaving you out to be rude or because I didnât think you shouldnât be privy to our conversation. What I needed to talk to Angus about was private. Not pack business and nothing to do with the missing shifters. Donât forget, heâs my boss.â Okay, their conversation had had nothing to do with work, but Hector didnât want to lie outright.
âOh.â Her shoulders relaxed a fraction, but he could still see questions burning in her eyes.
He held up his bike keys. âIâll let you drive.â
âYou fight dirty.â
âHell, yeah.â He tossed her the keys.
She caught them with a smile and turned away from him, sauntering down the drive with a not-quite-subtle sashay of her hips that drove him insane. He was sure she was intentionally teasing him and he didnât care. He loved watching her move like that.
The drive back to her place was slightly torturous considering how close he was pressed to Daphne and unable to do anything about it. But the second she turned his bike off, his entire body went on alert. That familiar scent of danger lingered in the air.
It wasnât something specific, but heâd sensed it the other night when Troy had shown up out of nowhere. The scent reminded him of darkness, like something greasy and oily lingering in the air.
âI smell it too,â Daphne murmured and he looked down to find her gaze on him.
âWe need to sweep your house.â If that bastard Troy was in there, Hector was taking care of this right now.
âIâll go in from the back, you can take the front,â Daphne said quietly.
If it was any other shifter, heâd say yes. But his jaguar wouldnât let her out of his sight. âWeâll go in the front door together.â
Her jaw tightened in annoyance, but she nodded. Slowly, they crept toward her townhouse. The scent faded the closer they got, but it still lingered in the air. Something else mixed in with the danger smellâblood. Coppery and distinctive.
Daphne shot him a hard look, telling him she smelled the same thing. As they neared the front door, he realized it was open a fraction. He couldnât smell any explosives residue or typical ingredients that went into bombs so he carefully toed the door open with his boot. He kept an arm out to shield Daphne, but she gasped at the same time he froze.
The mirror in her foyer had been smashed so that glass littered the tiled area, the foyer table was ripped apart, and there were smears of blood all over the wooden balustrade staircase. That was all Hector could see from their limited perspective and he wasnât about to let Daphne go in there. When she made a move to squeeze past him, he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her against his chest. âIâm calling Angus. Let him and whoever he brings deal with this. You donât need to see what was done to your house.â
He thought she might argue, but she just turned and wrapped her arms around his waist. She buried her face against his chest and he hated the shiver that snaked through her. Someone had just trashed her home and he didnât even want to speculate where the blood had come from. If there was a body inside, Hector definitely didnât want Daphne
Hector found Daphne outside on the front wraparound porch leaning against one of the pillars with her arms crossed over her chest. She pushed up and scowled when she saw him. âDone having your all-boys talk?â Sarcasm laced her words.
âI wasnât leaving you out to be rude or because I didnât think you shouldnât be privy to our conversation. What I needed to talk to Angus about was private. Not pack business and nothing to do with the missing shifters. Donât forget, heâs my boss.â Okay, their conversation had had nothing to do with work, but Hector didnât want to lie outright.
âOh.â Her shoulders relaxed a fraction, but he could still see questions burning in her eyes.
He held up his bike keys. âIâll let you drive.â
âYou fight dirty.â
âHell, yeah.â He tossed her the keys.
She caught them with a smile and turned away from him, sauntering down the drive with a not-quite-subtle sashay of her hips that drove him insane. He was sure she was intentionally teasing him and he didnât care. He loved watching her move like that.
The drive back to her place was slightly torturous considering how close he was pressed to Daphne and unable to do anything about it. But the second she turned his bike off, his entire body went on alert. That familiar scent of danger lingered in the air.
It wasnât something specific, but heâd sensed it the other night when Troy had shown up out of nowhere. The scent reminded him of darkness, like something greasy and oily lingering in the air.
âI smell it too,â Daphne murmured and he looked down to find her gaze on him.
âWe need to sweep your house.â If that bastard Troy was in there, Hector was taking care of this right now.
âIâll go in from the back, you can take the front,â Daphne said quietly.
If it was any other shifter, heâd say yes. But his jaguar wouldnât let her out of his sight. âWeâll go in the front door together.â
Her jaw tightened in annoyance, but she nodded. Slowly, they crept toward her townhouse. The scent faded the closer they got, but it still lingered in the air. Something else mixed in with the danger smellâblood. Coppery and distinctive.
Daphne shot him a hard look, telling him she smelled the same thing. As they neared the front door, he realized it was open a fraction. He couldnât smell any explosives residue or typical ingredients that went into bombs so he carefully toed the door open with his boot. He kept an arm out to shield Daphne, but she gasped at the same time he froze.
The mirror in her foyer had been smashed so that glass littered the tiled area, the foyer table was ripped apart, and there were smears of blood all over the wooden balustrade staircase. That was all Hector could see from their limited perspective and he wasnât about to let Daphne go in there. When she made a move to squeeze past him, he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her against his chest. âIâm calling Angus. Let him and whoever he brings deal with this. You donât need to see what was done to your house.â
He thought she might argue, but she just turned and wrapped her arms around his waist. She buried her face against his chest and he hated the shiver that snaked through her. Someone had just trashed her home and he didnât even want to speculate where the blood had come from. If there was a body inside, Hector definitely didnât want Daphne
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