Sophia felt a brief flare of fear at the realization he was unarmed as he charged after the trespasser only to grimace as the backlash of his power sizzled through the air. Even without shifting there were few demons who could match his strength.
And if he went wolf ...
Well, she pitied anyone stupid enough to stand in his path.
Of course, a silver bullet could bring down the mightiest Were, an anxious voice whispered in the back of her mind.
A voice she hastily squashed.
Luc could take care of himself. She refused to even consider the thought of him being hurt.
Clenching her hands, she turned her attention toward the shards of glass littered across her floor.
Dammit to hell.
What was it with people busting her windows lately?
They were not only a pain in the ass to replace, but they left a mess that she was in no mood to clean.
Picking her way over the glittering shards, Sophia reached to pluck the brick from the sink, not at all surprised to find a note scribbled on the back.
“Leave or die.”
Predictable. Tacky. And downright cliché.
Tossing the brick onto the countertop, she moved to retrieve a broom, sweeping up the broken glass and dumping it in the trash.
She’d just finished when Luc returned, his eyes glowing with the fury of his wolf.
“Anything?” she demanded, although she already knew the answer.
“No,” he growled, his frustration thickening the air until it was difficult to breathe. “Whoever threw the brick had already taken off, and there are too many scents to pick out a specific person.” His jaw knotted as he struggled to leash his emotions. “I do know it wasn’t a human.”
“How?”
He moved to pick up the brick, testing its weight as his gaze skimmed the words of warning.
“Unlike a demon, they would have to be standing in your yard to pitch this through the window. There’s no way they could have escaped before I could catch them.”
She nodded in agreement. “Then that narrows down the options.”
“Not far enough.”
Sensing his self-disgust, Sophia frowned. “What is it?”
“There’s something off,” he growled.
“Off?”
“If someone genuinely wants you dead they don’t warn you,” he muttered, throwing the brick into the trash.
He was right. She was trained well enough to know that the best assassin was the one who moved through the shadows and struck before their prey ever sensed the danger.
“The gunshot was genuine enough,” she pointed out, sharing his confusion.
“So was the bullet.”
“Yeah, the bastard ruined my desk.”