Pirate's Promise (Sentinels of Savannah #5) - Lisa Kessler Page 0,52

had to be related to the military forces.

“I’m guessing you’re a werewolf, too? You and Shaw are in the same pack?”

He hesitated, his gaze flicking from her to Greyson and back again. Finally, he nodded. “We are.”

How did a pack of werewolves steal the Tyrfing out of the vault? It didn’t make any sense. Something about all this didn’t add up. She frowned. “Is Mamon part of your pack?”

“No.” Lennox met her eyes. “Mr. Mamon is a demon.”

A demon who had the Tyrfing sword. Anxiety crept up her spine, digging its claws into her tight shoulders. It had to be a different demon. She could almost feel the sting of Jones’s tongue on her cheek.

She held Lennox in the sights of her Glock, but the weight of the weapon was starting to make her arms ache, and her hands were starting to sweat as the flashbacks of Jones’s glowing eyes assaulted her mind. “How did a wolf pack get tangled up with a demon?”

“He’s got our Alpha. My father.”

She didn’t lower her weapon. “Why would a demon want to use werewolves to sell a sword?”

Lennox’s gaze locked on hers. “I don’t think he intends to sell it. He said he needs to…feed it.”

Greyson stepped up beside her. “Let’s go back to the ship. I can take Duke with me for extra muscle and we’ll bring the sword back to you.”

Her ex-partner’s face flashed through her mind. Jones had been searching for her. A demon looking for the chosen one. Had he already stolen the sword at that point? She swallowed the lump in her throat.

The ache in her tired arms helped her focus and keep the fear at bay. “Take me to him and I’ll help you free your Alpha.”

Lennox glanced at her Glock and back to her. “I don’t know where he is right now, but I might be able to find out if you get the gun out of my face.”

Now that Greyson was here, he’d cover her if Lennox made a move. Putting her trust in someone else was new, but from the depths of her being, she knew Greyson would defend her.

She holstered her Glock. “Fine.” Her gut twisted as memories of Jones’s reptilian face and the burn of his saliva assaulted her again. She crossed her arms to hide the tremor in her hands. “How did your pack get tangled up with him?”

“I’m not sure.” Lennox crossed his arms. “My father owed him a favor. He showed up about a week ago to collect.” His gaze moved between her and Greyson. “He told me to advertise the Tyrfing on the dark web.”

Shit. Did that mean he’d found out she worked for Department 13? Was the ad on the dark web just bait for the trap? He’d lured her to Scotland to come for it.

Or it could be another demon altogether. Jones could be long gone from this plane.

“Have you had any other interested buyers?” she asked.

“One man, but Mr. Mamon refused the counteroffer.” He shook his head. “The demon said we’d know the right buyers because the cost wouldn’t be a factor.”

She was right. He’d been baiting them, luring her out. Damn it.

She dropped her hands to her sides. “What happens to the funds once they’re in the escrow account?”

He reached for the desk drawer, and Greyson’s gun was out so fast, she almost flinched. “Don’t do it, mate.”

Lennox brought his empty hands up. “I was just grabbing my tablet.”

“What’s on it?” Greyson asked.

“The escrow account. Let me log in and I’ll show you.” He shifted his attention to Aura. “Once he has the sword…fed, we’d get our Alpha back, and he would leave us the money.”

So, money wasn’t the objective. Why was he going to all this trouble to power up the cursed sword? Judging by the silo he’d cut through at the harbor, the sword worked just fine without the chosen one.

She went to the desk and took out the tablet. “I’ll make the deposit.” She looked up at Lennox. “How will he contact you?”

“Once I text him, he’ll check the account and then send me the rendezvous point.”

She lifted her eyes, gauging his reaction. “What about your father?”

“He said he’ll set him free.”

According to the files in Department 13, demons rarely kept their promises. “Has he given you proof of life for your dad?”

Lennox dropped his hands to his sides. “No.”

She glanced over at Greyson as a new plan simmered in her head. He wouldn’t like it. She wasn’t a big fan,