Eve ran her hand over the book. “Where did you get this? It looks real y old and delicate.”
Lyra closed the book and gathered it in her arms.
Eve shook her head. “You’re as territorial as a lycan.”
“I am not. It’s just this book is, ah, fragile, and I don’t want other people touching it.”
“Did you buy it or something from an antiques shop?” Eve asked.
“Doesn’t matter where I got the book. It’s what I’m tel ing you that’s important.”
“We hear you, Lyra.” Caine set his fork aside. “Go over the text, write a report about what you think is happening and we wil go over all the evidence again to see how this fits in.
Maybe it wil open a new lead we didn’t see before.”
She nodded, satisfied. “Okay. Where’s Jace?”
“He and Tala have a night off,” Eve said. “I think they’re celebrating a certain something.” She lifted her eyebrows.
“You don’t know that, my darling,” Caine interjected. “Please don’t start rumors.”
Lyra looked between Eve and Caine. “What’s going on?”
Eve leaned across the table, and whispered, “I think Tala is pregnant.”
“But they just got married, for Goddess sake,” Lyra said.
Jace was the lycan on the team, and during the case they’d worked on in San Antonio he’d managed to fal in love with Tala, who had been a cop working for the humans. She’d masqueraded as one, as wel . In truth, she’d turned out to be half human and half lycan and one hundred percent perfect for Jace.
“And I think they’ve spent most of that time in bed.” Eve chuckled, but Lyra could see a flash of pain in her eyes. She knew Eve wanted children, and because Caine was a vampire it was unclear if they could conceive or not.
Caine set his hand on top of hers. “So did we, if I recal .”
Lyra cringed. “Please. Keep it to yourselves.” She real y didn’t want to hear about anybody’s sex life, especial y when hers was nonexistent. She was stil feeling a little raw from the incident in Nouveau-Monde with a certain Frenchman. But she didn’t want to think about it, and certainly not talk about it. No, she would keep that little secret to herself for as long as she could.
“How’s Gwen doing on deciphering the DNA from the last case? Has she made any headway in determining what we are dealing with?”
During the last murder case in San Antonio, Jace, the lycan on the crime team, had battled with something, some alien creature that they stil couldn’t identify. The DNA they were able to col ect contained both male and female chromosomes—an anomaly they’d never heard of outside of the amphibian kingdom. What they did know was the person, or thing, had definitely been involved in the murders plaguing both cities.
Caine shook his head. “Not yet. But we’l figure it out. With Jace’s description and the skin samples we got from under his nails, we’l figure it out.”
“Okay. I’ll get started on the translation and get the report written for you.”
“Lyra, you just got back. Why don’t you take some time to go home, unpack and get some rest? You had a long flight.”
“I don’t think we have the time for that.”
“The kill er has been quiet for the past couple of months. I don’t think a few hours wil make any difference.”
“And that’s exactly why there is no time. Because he wil strike again, and soon. I can feel it.”
Lyra shivered, remembering her latest set of dreams. Ever since she had touched down in Nouveau-Monde a week ago, she had started having dark, mysterious dreams about a man shrouded in the shadows. A man without a face who always seemed to be seeking…searching…for someone. Caine covered her hand with his. “Are you all right? Is there something you want to tel me?”
She shook her head. No, she couldn’t talk to Caine about it.
He wouldn’t understand. It wasn’t the dark dreams that were bothering her, but the way they made her feel, the way the shadowy man made her feel. Her throat went dry just thinking about it and desire flicked at her insides. Not a sensation she felt often. Actual y, she could probably count on her fingers the number of times she had those types of feelings.
It disturbed her to no end.