went flat against the scarred wood panel before Kellan could pull her back. “If you can help me,” she ventured, unfazed by the fighter’s curt dismissal, “I promise I’ll see that you’re compensated.”
Sparks leapt into the darkness of his narrowed gaze, and the gravel of the fighter’s voice took on sharp edges. The tangle of dermaglyphs on his chest, which had been infused with dark color when he first appeared in the doorway, now churned with menace. “Do I strike you as the kind of man who can be bought—at any price?”
“The lady is asking for your help,” Kellan interjected, subtly stepping in to put himself between the partially open door and Mira, now standing behind his shoulder. “You going to give it to her or not?”
“Lady,” Rune mused, uttering the word like he wanted to chuckle. “I’ve seen the way she wields those daggers of hers. She may be female, but she’s no lady. Who the fuck are you?”
Kellan felt his own eyes light with flecks of rising amber, his pupils thinning to catlike slits as his temper spiked. “Someone prepared to carve your larynx out of your throat if you lift one finger against her.”
Rune stared. “I believe you would. Or try, at least.” The words were a challenge thrown, but then the big vampire’s fierce expression relaxed a fraction. “I don’t hurt females. Not even the ones armed with blades and too much attitude for their own damn good. Not even the ones who come down to my lair, interrupt my off time before I have to go pound some asshole into a bloody pulp in the ring, then stand in front of my face and insult my integrity by implying my assistance might come with a price tag.”
“I apologize for that, Rune,” Mira said from behind the shield of Kellan’s body. “Please, let us inside so we don’t have to talk around your door.”
Rune didn’t budge, but behind him in his quarters, Kellan caught the sudden, swift movement of another person in the room. Draped in nothing but a black satin bedsheet and a veil of honeyed brown hair that obscured her face as she ducked out of sight.
Now Kellan understood the other male’s irritation at being disturbed. Rune’s sparking eyes leveled on him as if to dare him to mention the presence of the naked young woman who’d since disappeared into a back room of the fighter’s private chamber.
“I’m not the one interested in talking, so spit out what you have to say, then leave. Got things to do, and I don’t appreciate wasting time.”
Mira exhaled a short curse. “We’re looking for Rooster. It’s important that we find him, and I mean yesterday.”
Rune’s mouth went flat. “Still got a hard-on for that piece of shit, eh?”
“Have you seen him?” she pressed.
Rune gave a vague shake of his head. “Not since a few nights ago, when you nearly took the bastard’s arms off with those wicked blades of yours. In front of a full house down in the arena, I might add.”
Kellan didn’t say anything in the wake of that disturbing news flash, but he did pivot a questioning look on Mira. No doubt she caught his displeasure at such a reckless move, but she merely glanced into his stern gaze, devoid of excuse or remorse.
Rune shrugged. “Anyway, haven’t seen him since. I heard JUSTIS let him go that same night and sent you back to your boss with your tail between your legs. Heard you might’ve got bounced from duty with the Order on account of it. Fact, I figured you were back in Montreal by now, licking your wounds.”
Kellan realized then that Jeremy Ackmeyer’s kidnapping and Mira’s unintended sweep into the fray were not yet common knowledge in the city. Not even a shady individual like Rune was privy to the intel that rebels had grabbed a notable scientist who’d been under the protection of the Order.
Which made him guess that Lucan had likely clapped a lid on the situation, given instructions to his warriors to keep the information out of the public eye.
And that was not good news for Kellan or his crew.
Because if Lucan and the Order were keeping Ackmeyer and Mira’s abduction quiet, that probably meant there was a black op in motion right now. Almost certainly a death squad with license to kill anyone standing in their way.
Kellan had been part of the Order long enough to know that Lucan Thorne didn’t mess around, especially when a strike hit close