get at me from the grave. He might not have thought he'd die - especially at my hands - but he knew enough about my relationship with Blake to understand just what his warning would do to me.
Maybe he thought he could use it to get closer to me. To drag me into his life. He'd suggested that, at the end, before he'd killed Kade and forced me to take the shot I'd been avoiding.
We were both killers, after all. I could do what he did, what Rhoan did. I'd proven that amply enough over my years as a guardian ...
No, I thought, shoving the thought away viciously. I was not like him. I wouldn't be like him.
And yet ... it was a possibility. If I stayed in this job, kept hunting down killers, I would continue to harden. It was inevitable.
Maybe that's why my hands were shaking. It wasn't so much the ghost of a threat but rather the fear of the future. A future without my wolf soul mate.
I closed my eyes briefly. This was ridiculous. I needed to stop thinking like that, because I wasn't alone. I still had Quinn. My soul might have been reduced to ashes, but I still had my heart.
I continued toward home, parking several doors down from our apartment building and locking the car as I headed back up the street. The rich smell of baking bread wafted around me, making my stomach rumble and reminding me that I hadn't yet had breakfast. I spun on my heel and headed back to the bakery, which was run by the same family that owned the pizza place next door. I'm sure Rhoan, Liander, and I kept the two places in business.
A bell rang as I pushed open the door and Frances - the cheery, matronly woman who was the chief baker -
came out of the back room, wiping floured hands on a towel.
"Riley," she said, a wide smile creasing her lined features, "You're up early this morning."
"I had to work early." I stopped in front of the display case and eyed the mouthwatering treats indecisively. The trouble was, they were all so damn good, and if it wasn't for my werewolf genes, I'd probably be the size of a house.
"You should tell your boss these hours are no good for your beautiful face. It's far too cold these mornings."
I smiled. Frances had a thing about cold air causing rosacea, and often lectured me about not wearing a hat and scarf.
"Unfortunately, killers don't really give a fig about how the cold affects my face."
"That is very inconsiderate of them," she said, snapping on some silicone gloves. "Now, what can I get for you this morning? The chocolate croissants are particularly good."
"Then I'd better get a dozen." If she was recommending them, then they had to be.
She gave me a happy smile and bagged the croissants. I handed over the cash, then headed back to our apartment. As I pushed open the front door, a familiar flash of red caught my eye. I spun around, spotting taillights disappearing down a side street, but couldn't see the make of the car. I frowned, wondering if I was getting so paranoid about the possible threat Blake represented that I was now imagining that every red car on the damn road posed a danger.
I shook my head and munched on one of the warm chocolatey treats as I climbed the stairs to our apartment.
Rhoan was waiting with the door open by the time I got there. "I smell chocolate croissants."
I took another one out, then handed him the bag. He took a deep whiff and sighed in pleasure. "There's nothing that smells nicer in the morning."
"Actually, I can think of one or two things that do."
The absence of one of those scents - my vampire lover Quinn - suggested he was either at work or out pounding the pavement again in an effort to get fit. Or fitter, as the case was. I squeezed past Rhoan and was instantly assaulted by the rich aroma of percolating coffee. I flared my nostrils. Hazelnut. Quinn must have put it on before he'd gone for a run. Rhoan would have put the Kona on, because that was Liander's favorite.
I headed for the kitchen, adding over my shoulder, "I thought you were supposed to be undercover this week."
"I was, but it went pear-shaped." He shrugged and shut the door behind us. "An old school friend of mine walked into the bar and