Storm of Sin - Patricia D. Eddy Page 0,10

time I park alongside Sin’s A3, impatience hardens his already chiseled features.

“From now on,” he says as he ambles towards the unmarked building, “I will drive.”

My eye roll makes my head hurt. Sin holds the door for me, and once we’re both inside, he frowns. “Is this your first time here?”

“Yes.” I hold his stare, cataloging yet another variation in his eye color. At the moment, the outside of his irises are like the summer sky.

“Then prepare yourself.”

As warnings go, it’s pitiful, but when we round the corner and enter the bullpen, I realize there’s nothing else he could have said. My jaw drops open, and Sin doesn’t break stride. “I suggest you get yourself under control, Zoe. The leopards do not like to be gawked at.

If it were empty, this room would look like any other bullpen in the country. Beige walls, scuffed linoleum floors with a layer of grime no mop can remove, and the scent of stale coffee with an undercurrent of sweat. Even the desks look the same.

But the agents sitting at them? It’s like a paranormal menagerie. What can only be a vampire stares at me from two desks over, her lips curving into a smile and revealing sharp, glistening fangs. Her partner is...a ghost? She’s wispy, almost translucent.

Sin’s right about the leopards. A pair of them—twins if I had to guess—pin me with hard stares. They look like humans except for the spots and fur covering their bodies, their decidedly feline noses, and whiskers. I avert my gaze and follow Sin as he weaves through the bullpen and heads for a glass-walled office in the center of the large space.

Commander Grayson Eve paces, her lips moving rapidly, though I don’t see anyone else in there with her.

When Sin bangs on the office door, she whirls around, taps her ear, and holds up her hand for him to wait. He ignores her and barges in anyway.

“I’m sorry, Governor,” Eve says. “I’ll have to call you back. My apologies.” She yanks the earbud out and dumps it on her desk. “Sinclair, you’d better have a damn good excuse for bursting in like that.”

He slams the door in my face, and as I’m about to lose my shit over my partner’s rudeness, his shoulders heave, and he opens it again.

“Gee. Thanks,” I say as I step inside.

“Zoe, this matter is between me and the commander,” he says, ice in his tone. “But as my partner, you should know the danger this case will put you in. Now sit down and do not interrupt.”

Commander Eve’s expression is the only reason I don’t go off on him. She’s turned pale, her lips pressed together in a thin line and a muscle in her jaw ticking.

“Sinclair, if I ever hear you talk to your partner that way again, you will be suspended without pay for a month,” she grits out. “I read Dr. Breslin’s initial report. I know why you’re here.”

“How many others?” Sin demands. “She is not the first. Is she?”

Eve’s shoulders slump, and she sinks down into an expensive chair with more levers and knobs than I’ve ever seen. “She is the second woman found dead this week. There was also a male, three weeks ago. Though as you know, it is almost assured that others are already missing.”

“Three?” He paces, his hands balled into fists at his sides. “Tell me about all of them. Right fucking now.”

Commander Eve pulls out a thick file and rests her hands on top of the plain, beige cover. “Before I tell you what’s in here, I need to apologize to you, Zoe.”

“Me? Why?” I sit up a little straighter. “I know I’m a complete rookie when it comes to the paranormal, Commander, but I assure you, I can handle—“

“That’s not it.” Her fingers curl slightly, and something shimmers over her skin. Are those...talons where her nails used to be? I stare, transfixed, until she clears her throat. “I have Eagle blood,” she says simply as she flexes her hands and the talons fade into long, black fingernails.

“Oh. Uh, sorry.”

“You will not last long here,” Sinclair mutters under his breath, “if you do not learn to control your reactions.”

“Well, maybe if you prepared me for what I was going to see...”

“Enough!” the commander slams her fist down on the desk and glares at both of us. “I can’t tell if pairing the two of you was brilliance or idiocy. But it doesn’t matter now. Sinclair, I realize you have only spent a