I Regret Nothing - JB Trepagnier Page 0,47

happening? Because I certainly imagined that if his hand felt this good, I wanted to know what his lips felt like on mine. And I could not wish to kiss Faust.

I jerked my hand away and went back to the table with the files. Faust cleared his throat and went back to his desk. Neither of us spoke. I’d never had a spit swear to go this awkward before. Note to self—no more touching Faust.

Faust pulled his tablet out and started typing. I really wanted to send Hauser an email, but I wasn’t going to ask Faust to borrow his tablet and ruin whatever the Hell this was.

“I’m doing some digging, Rei. The coven you stole from put a hit on you. They have a lot of money. I’m trying to figure out if they greased some palms to put you and Venus together. It’s not unheard of. I’ve already tried speaking to the warden to get Venus away from you. She keeps saying there’s nothing she can do about getting her out of here. I’m not saying she’s as corrupt as the Warden of Scorchwood, but you don’t get a job at a prison unless you have a reason.”

Which was why everyone thought Faust was a serial killer. Why was he working here? It had to be miserable for him as a wolf. There wasn’t a single window in the entire prison. Even his office was like a cage. Hauser didn’t even like elevators because he felt too boxed in.

“Yeah, I get that part. From what I’ve heard, the staff belongs in here with the inmates. What’s your reason? The entire prison is terrified of you.”

“You aren’t.”

“Oh, I’m fully aware you could kill me and make my life difficult. Hauser didn’t raise me to not go down without a fight. You changed the subject. Everyone here says you’re the only guard who can’t be bribed and is good at their job. They think you’re a serial killer.”

Faust just threw back his head and laughed.

“A bunch of criminals would think someone who does their job well is a serial killer. They don’t have a single shred of proof.”

I cocked an eyebrow at him.

“Are they going to get proof, eventually?”

Faust just winked at me.

“Even the great Silver Fox left a hair behind.”

“Be straight with me, Faust. Are you killing inmates? How did you find out I had a hit on me? I would imagine if everyone knows you’re good at your job and don’t take bribes, the coven wouldn’t have approached you to kill me?”

I needed to know because Faust was fucking up my head. It terrified me when he was so gung-ho to find out what I was that he was making it this game. I was mostly just confused now. He was going out of his way to protect me, and there was this energy transfer the few times he touched me.

“I’m going to be honest with you, Rei. I’m keeping your secret and trying to protect you from other people getting curious. I hope you’ll keep mine. I’m guessing your mentor taught you a code if he’s a wolf. You don’t steal everything you get asked to steal. There’s a process behind what jobs you accept. Am I right?”

“Well, yeah. The coven who put the hit on me misused that Grimoire. I stole it and put it into safer hands.”

“That’s what I thought. I’m not here because I want to work in a prison. It’s miserable in here. I have to wash the smell of body odor and sadness out of my hair when I get home. I’m sure you had a cover job to cover your misdeeds. This is mine, and I have a code just like you do.”

I frowned. If he was a professional assassin, I could understand that. Hauser had one on speed dial, and he gave me her number just in case. In hindsight, Hauser probably should have given her a ring after Venus betrayed him for her instead of the Vampires who kept coming after her. If he was killing people as a job and he had a code about it, who was I to judge? I stole shit for money.

“But you’re in a prison full of criminals. How do you pick who you kill?”

“How did you pick who you stole for? They have asked me about new inmates and I’ve turned the job down. I don’t need to tell you our justice system is flawed. That coven you stole from put a