“Why doesn’t the Jinn go after the female?” he demanded. “It’s supposed to be her mother, not mine.”
“Jinn half-breed,” Victor unnecessarily corrected him, his eyes narrowing at Uriel’s odd behavior. Understandable. Uriel had never been a “yes-man.” Victor didn’t have the patience for kiss asses. But he didn’t usually pitch a fit over such a small request. The problem was, Uriel didn’t want to share the reason for his reluctance to get involved. “Tane and Laylah must return to Chicago and protect the baby.” There was a deliberate pause. “Besides, I offered your services, which is my right as your chief.”
“There are others more suited to play the role of Knight in Shining Armor.”
Victor didn’t move. He didn’t have to. His power swirled through the air, slamming into Uriel with enough strength to make him grunt in pain.
“Are you questioning my decision making skills, Uriel?” he asked, oh so softly.
Uriel grimaced. “I’m not suicidal.”
“I’m beginning to wonder.”
“I just don’t know why you would choose me for this chore.”
“When did searching for an exquisitely beautiful woman become a chore?”
“When she . . .” Uriel bit off his revealing words.
Too late.
“What?” Victor demanded.
“Nothing.”
Victor pushed away from the sideboard, moving to stand directly in front of Uriel.
“Uriel, is this because she is the supposed mother of a Jinn mongrel?”