"No Directorate personnel," Jack said. "But he did say the follower you had on the plane was permissible, as he would not interfere. We need to know who your follower is, and whether you can trust him."
Him. Not her, not them. In those bright depths, I saw awareness. He knew who was following me. Knew why.
But was that so very surprising? Hunter might not want the Directorate overall—and Rhoan and Riley in particular—to know about my dealings with her and the vampire council, but Jack was her brother and the vice president of the Directorate. It was doubtful she'd keep too many secrets from him.
Although I had to wonder what he thought of her plans to take over the council.
"My follower is someone who currently means me no harm." I hesitated, then half shrugged.
Rhoan frowned, his gaze flickering between me and Jack. He knew something was going on. "That's not exactly a ringing endorsement—who is he?"
"No one important." I took a sip of coffee, then added, "And we haven't the time to discuss this if our killer wants to meet me in a few minutes."
"True." Rhoan's gaze went to the woman. "Elga?"
She leaned her arms on the table, her gaze narrowing. "You have not had much experience on the plane, have you?"
A smile twitched my lips. "You can tell this by just looking at me?"
"There is a certain energy that radiates from those who travel frequently. How many times has your spirit walked free?"
"On the astral plane? Once. But I do walk the gray fields."
"That is something, I suppose." She pursed her lips and didn't look happy. "We must go prepare."
Jack nodded. "Take her. Harris, monitor all incoming energies and let me know the second there's any spike. Rhoan, you've got the sensors ready?"
He nodded and rose. I gulped down my coffee, scalding my throat in the process, then followed suit.