"But that's a good thing, isn't it?"
"Yes. Except for one thing. He wants you on the case, Ris. And only you."
Chapter 5
It took me ten minutes to shower and dress, and another five to catch a tram down to Spencer Street, where the inconspicuous green-glass building that housed the Directorate was located. Given it was rush hour, it was quicker and easier than a car.
Pale blue light swept my length as I walked into the foyer. It was the only visible indication of the vast array of scanners installed in this place, and they all had one purpose—to protect those within. Not even a gnat could get into the Directorate without security being aware of it, let alone anyone armed with some form of weapon—be it metal, plastic, or laser. Though there wasn't any sensor in the world capable of detecting Amaya's presence.
A different kind of energy shimmered across my skin as I walked toward the security officers. Azriel.
"So nice of you to finally join me." I didn't bother to look his way, yet awareness of him hummed through me.
"It would have been awkward had I joined you earlier." His voice was as even as ever. It was only the anger vibrating through my being that suggested he wasn't as calm as he appeared.
"Oh, I don't know," I said, unable to resist the urge to needle him. "A threesome can be quite fun."
"I would not know, nor do I have any intention of ever knowing."
Especially when the third is someone I would rather kill. The thought was soft and vehement, and one I suspected I wasn't meant to hear.
Which suggested that the link between us was not only getting stronger but beginning to flow both ways. And although it was something I was sure he wouldn't be happy about, I wasn't about to complain. Any insight into my reaper's thoughts—good or bad—was more than welcome, given his general reticence when it came to explanations.
I stopped at the desk and smiled at security. To Azriel, I silently said, Can they see you?
Yes.
The blond guy behind the desk leaned back in his chair, his expression courteous. "Can I help you?"