Dwight gulped. “Does it matter?”
Teagan smiled lazily, his grey eyes flashing in warning. “It always matters.” The traitor shifted on his feet, not quite able to meet Teagan's gaze. “I need the money.”
“What, Cyrus of Persepolis only pays minimum wage?”
“No, I make alright money. I just… he's so superior. They all are, the Ankh. Think they're better than the Neith. They treat us like the poor effing cousin when we out-populate them thousands to one. They wouldn't exist without us. Turning their nose up at us… piece of...” he trailed off, kicking at the floor in disgust like an eight year old denied a toy.
Teagan snorted and took another puff of his cigarette. He couldn't believe it. “So… who was she?”
“What?” Dwight snapped.
“The Ankh bitch that turned you down?”
The Neith coloured and looked at the briefcase. “Valeria. She'll cosy up to Cyrus and all those other uppity decrepit hasbeens but she-”
“Laughed in your face huh?” Teagan couldn't help but chortle. Stupid son-of-a-bitch had actually thought he was in with a chance with Valeria of Corsica. Idiot deserved everything that was coming to him, betraying his kin over a woman who didn't even want him. The confession, however, made Teagan feel better. As a man who had been spurned by the woman he loved, he understood how much possession it could take over your motivations. Dwight Carey was going to give him the correct information.
And he was going to die for it.
Putting the cigarette out, Teagan lowered himself to his haunches and unlocked the briefcase. He let it fall open so Dwight could see the million dollars in cash. The treacherous little creep's eyes widened.
“That will get me the hell out of dodge once the Princeps finds out who leaked the info.” For a moment Teagan almost considered letting the Neith walk out of here with the money. Either way he'd die. Ryan had told Teagan all he ever needed to know about Cyrus. Dwight Carey could move to Timbuktu and Cyrus would still hunt him down and destroy him for his betrayal.
No! The hunger cried within. Mine. Take.
Nah, why lose a million bucks just to teach the little asshat a lesson. A lesson that Teagan himself was perfectly capable of teaching.
“So.” Teagan stood back up to face the Neith, eyeing him now as one would an opponent. Dwight was tall and wiry, but like all Neith he was pure muscle. He held himself like a man who knew how to take care of himself. Plus, he was one of Cyrus' own security, which meant he was probably exceptionally well trained. The thought of it exhausted Teagan. He really couldn't be bothered with an actual fist fight. He mused over the best way to take him out. “Where is my darling betrothed?” Dwight looked around them again to make sure they were completely alone. “Scotland. Edinburgh to be exact.” He took a few tentative steps forward and held out a piece of paper. “It's got the address she's staying at. She's living near the Scottish Councilman and their training centre so the place is crawling with Neith. She's Ankh now, Teagan. You better watch your back.” So Eden had changed. Well… it looked like he had some work to do. Rather than irritating him, Teagan felt a rush of anticipation at the thought of the job before him. He grinned and took the piece of paper from Dwight, double checking the address before tucking it into his pants' pocket. “Are you displaying concern?”
Teagan laughed as Dwight gulped, as if remembering whom he was dealing with. “Can I get my money now?” The Neith gestured to the briefcase.
“Of course.” Teagan dropped back down to the case and stuck his hand furtively under the bills to grasp a hold of cold metal. In a blurry flick of movement he spun around and launched a blade straight into the Neith's chest. Dwight's mouth fell open, a small whisper of pain escaping as his knees buckled beneath him. As blood spread quickly over his shirt from his punctured heart, Teagan strolled over to him.
“W-why?” He gulped for life.
With a weary sigh, Teagan knelt down beside the dying man to clasp his head in his hands. “Many reasons. But mostly… I'm hungry.”
Locking the Neith in his gaze, Teagan pushed a little compulsion on him so he'd stop gulping down blood. The noise was irritating. As Dwight relaxed, Teagan gave the reigns over to his hunger and a rush of exciting heat licked his flesh as his blood picked up speed in his veins. The darkness poured out of him in an invisible mass of inky glue and shot in and down into Dwight's soul. It was a tangled mass of light and dark, just the kind Teagan enjoyed the most. His hunger crawled over it, spreading itself across and around it so that every last piece of the Neith's soul was stuck in its grasp.
With a sigh of pleasure, Teagan jerked his hunger back towards him and drew the soul into his body.
His nerve ends sparked and flared with the decadence of the feeding and finally as his hunger purred itself back to sleep, satisfied, every muscle in his body relaxed, pulsing with the blissful aftermath.
Lazily, Teagan focused his eyes and found himself staring into a dead man's face. Rolling his eyes at how easy it had been, he let go of Dwight's head, not even wincing at the horrendous thud it made against the concrete floor. He wrenched the blade out of the Neith's chest as he stood up and let his eyes wander over the body. He felt restless all of sudden. Perhaps he should have at least let Dwight fight him rather than the sneak attack he'd executed. Teagan hadn't had a good fight in a while.
Then he thought of the paper in his pocket with Eden's whereabouts. He smirked. There were plenty of fights in his future.
Feeling relaxed now that he had a lead that would keep the Tribunal off his back for a while longer, Teagan began to whistle as he wrapped the bloody knife up in plastic so that it didn't get the cash covered in Neith goo when he put it back in the briefcase.
Feeling sentimental, he pulled his wallet out to look at the photograph of Eden he carried on him.
In the original photograph she'd been sitting with Stellan so she was actually smiling for once. He'd cut Stellan out of it of course. But he liked to look at it. There was so much humanity in her eyes. He supposed there would be even more so now that she was Ankh. It would make what he was about to do to her all the sweeter.
With a wicked smile, Teagan shoved his wallet back in his pocket, picked up the briefcase and strode out of the warehouse without ever looking back at the man on the floor in a pool of blood.
“I'm coming, my love. I'm coming.”
Chapter Fifteen