while a trickle of cold foreboding pooled in her gut. “What’s the Bible got to do with this?”
“One of the topics Revelation discusses is the Seven Seals. As each Seal is broken, the world moves one step closer to annihilation.” Xander hesitated, allowing her time to absorb the information. “We have reason to believe you are the first Seal, Mira.”
She glanced at Kagan. She’d expected him to crack a grin about now. He didn’t. His face remained solemn. Stoic. Once again, Mira searched the room.
Xander frowned. “What are you doing?”
“Looking for hidden cameras. You
are
joking, right?” Her attempted smile plummeted. Xander stared at her, his gaze unwavering and his expression grim.
He believes this.
Her gaze flicked to Kagan and found the same serious determination.
They both do.
Nervous laughter bubbled forth, her eyes darting between the two men. “C’mon guys, you don’t believe this, do you? I don’t have anything inside me, honest.” She pushed on her stomach. “Only normal blood and guts.”
Xander remained unmoved. “The Seal isn’t an object, Mira. It’s a genetic puzzle, woven into every cell of your body. It’s a part of who you are.”
“This is a lot to take in.” Kagan reached across the table to grasp her hand. She pulled away. “A breach has formed in the protective shield around the Seals. Now they’re exposed, in danger.
You’re
in danger.
Capisce
?”
Mira gripped her coffee tighter, anxiety expanding within her like a giant balloon to eradicate her oxygen supply. “This is the reason you need to protect me?”
Kagan gave a brief nod, his midnight blue gaze searching her face. Mira struggled to catch her breath. The birthmark on her shoulder burned, more intense than the night before. She fought the urge to rub her fingers over the sensitive spot. The last thing she needed was for these guys to find something else wrong. One more thing to connect to this batshit crazy story.
Nope. Best to keep the mark a secret.
“You can’t expect me to simply go along with this. Show me concrete proof and then I’ll decide.”
“Fair enough.” Xander nodded. “I’ll make you a deal. You agree to come with Kagan today and keep an open mind. After we present our case, if you still think we’re nuts, then I promise you can leave, no questions asked.”
She sized him up, calculating her options. A battle would be more difficult, but she could defeat them both if they decided to be less than accommodating. “All right. But I need to go back to my apartment.”
Kagan rose to his feet, shaking his head in abject denial. “
Mai
. Tell me what you need and I’ll get it for you. Argus is still loose. Until we locate him, you’re not safe.”
“You mean McClaine? He’s dead — you shot him.” She glanced from Kagan to Xander, stark realization smacking her upside the head. “Except he’s not dead, is he? He’s one of you.”
“He’s not one of us.” Kagan’s scowl deepened. “But he
is
immortal. He’s a demon.”
“McClaine’s a demon?” Mira had no problem believing this new tidbit of information. She shrugged, her spine stiffening along with her intent. “Doesn’t matter. I need things from my apartment. Things I’d rather you not handle. You can’t keep me locked away forever.”
“You won’t be going back, Mira. Not alone, anyway.” Kagan crossed his arms, his expression as stubborn as her will.
Her cell phone jingled to life in the bedroom. She shot Kagan one last stubborn glare before stalking away. With a curse, Mira grabbed the phone and confined herself in the bathroom.
• • •
Mira raged while she dressed. Who the hell did he think he was, telling her what she could and couldn’t do? She snatched her stiff clothes off the towel rack and winced as the burning pain shot through her right shoulder again.
Dammit!
Could something else go wrong today?
She twisted to view her back, the reflection revealing an angry red scald on her pale
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