He swore, long and viciously, but I ignored him and walked around to check out my other prisoner. He was also beginning to wake. But I didn’t really have anything to tie him up with, so I did the next best thing—I knocked him out again.
Rhoan appeared ten minutes later, and he wasn’t alone. The man who accompanied him had dark hair and well-defined, handsome features. His eyes were the blue of the ocean, his shoulders broad, and his body lithe. He was also a werewolf. Vamps might not be able to traverse the daylight hours well, but other nasties certainly could, so it was logical for the Directorate to have more than just vamps on their team.
"Ris," Rhoan said, his gaze sweeping from me to the man at my feet and then back again. Humor glinted in the cool depths of his eyes, but died quickly as his nostrils flared. "You’re hurt."
I shrugged. "It’s a scratch."
He eyed me, demeanor disbelieving—undoubtedly because he could smell the blood. "This is Harris. Riley’s threatened me with death if I spend more than an hour away, so Harris will ensure these two are taken back for questioning. And it doesn’t smell like a scratch."
"Honestly, it’s okay. I’m okay."
If my reply sounded halfhearted, it was only because I was racking my brains trying to remember where I’d heard Harris’s name before. Then it hit me—Harris was the cop who’d helped Aunt Riley out the time she’d been kidnapped and brainwashed.
The man in question nodded my way, then continued on past us, heading for the other side of the lockers, moving with an economy that spoke of both grace and understated power. As he disappeared around the corner, the shifter’s swearing abruptly ceased.
I glanced at Rhoan. "I asked the other man who his maker was, but he said the information had been burned from his mind. Can you check that out?"
Rhoan nodded. "What did they want?"
"The letter my father left in the locker."
His gaze narrowed. "Why would your father leave a letter in a locker in the middle of a train station?"
"Because that’s just the way he does things."
"What does it say?"
I shrugged. "It’s instructions on how to read the Dušan’s book, which is pretty useless given the Aedh have the book, not me."