. and felt the fury claw through the hallway like an angry tide.
Connor strode toward me with the bearing of a prince, blue eyes gleaming like a furious angel. His hair was furrowed, like he’d been running his fingers through it, and a lock fell over his eyes. Strong body, beautiful face, and hell in his eyes.
Furious angel indeed.
Then he reached me, and his hands were on my cheeks, strong and protective, as he searched my face with furrowed brows. “You’re all right?”
“I’m fine,” I said and put a hand on his, squeezed, and found tension had turned the muscle beneath to stone.
“A Compliance Bureau member was killed?” he asked.
“One of the guys who came to the loft. The one who did the talking. His name is Blake. Was Blake,” I added grimly.
He nodded, pressed his lips to mine, the kiss as gentle as his anger was fierce. And then he turned that gaze on Theo and Gwen, who’d stepped out behind me.
He aimed that gaze at Theo, a weapon. “You know better. You know she wouldn’t do this—wouldn’t kill an innocent.”
“And they know the AAM already believes we get special treatment,” I said. “We can’t give them an excuse for more violence.”
He bared his teeth at them. “Are you taking their side?”
“No,” I said and squeezed his hands again. “I’m taking my side. They know I didn’t kill him. But they have to ask. That’s the rule.”
His gaze slipped back to mine. “Now we’re following the rules?”
“We follow the rules we can; we break them if it’s necessary to save others.” Put that on a damn pennant, I thought, and fly it above the loft.
Connor looked at me for a long time, then nodded. One last stroke of his thumb across my cheek, and he stepped back.
“She’s right,” Theo said. “If we hadn’t questioned her, the AAM would make this even uglier.”
“Dropping down to the level of manipulators doesn’t impress me,” Connor said. “I take it you’re satisfied she’s innocent?”
Theo’s dark eyes were hard. “There are details to confirm. But—in addition to her being a decent person who wouldn’t kill out of spite—we expect to confirm she couldn’t have been near the scene when the incident occurred.”
“So who did it?” Connor asked.
“We can’t provide details in an ongoing investigation,” Gwen said, and she held up a hand when Connor opened his mouth to protest. “But you should both be careful. Perhaps this was a random killing, but I don’t think it was. Whether this was aimed at the AAM, or the result of some AAM struggle, it’s likely to touch you again.”
“We’re leaning toward AAM involvement,” Theo said.
“Lean harder,” Connor said, and we left them standing there.
EIGHT
I got the message on the way to the SUV he’d borrowed from the Pack. Simple, concise, and heartbreaking: i must suspend you pending investigation of blake’s murder. i’m sorry—roger.
It wasn’t a surprise. But that didn’t make it any less painful. While my great-grandfather had been the first Ombudsman, I was the first one in the family to be fired from the office.
I had more than enough savings to cover rent; I rarely bought anything other than blood and coffee and fine leather pants. But the work kept me sharp, and I liked Roger and Theo and Petra, even if I wasn’t thrilled about the current circumstances.
I stopped when we got to the vehicle, rested my head against the closed door.
Connor stopped, looked back at the dull thump. “That’s not how you get in.”
I grunted.
“Are you practicing a new vampire power, or taking a moment?”
I swiveled my head to look at him. “I got fired.”
Temper flared in his eyes again. “They just said they believed you were innocent.”
“The case is open,” I said. “Having me continue to work for them while they investigate me looks like a cover-up.”
“That’s bullshit,” he said, coming around to me. “And I’m sorry.”
“Yeah.” I lifted my head, looked at him. “I don’t know how to feel.”
“About Theo? Or Blake?”
“Yes.”
“Come here,” he said, and beckoned me forward. I went, and put my head against his chest with another dull thump.
“Your head is, and I’m not exaggerating, hard as a rock, Lis.” He rubbed my arms. “How’s your shoulder?”
“Better.” The ache was slowly receding, a lowering tide.
“So what’s wrong?” he asked.
“I can’t get angry.”
He chuckled. “If you want to be angry, I’m pretty sure I can make that happen.”
“Shouldn’t I be angry?” I lifted my head, looked at him. “Shouldn’t I be pissed at Theo or Gwen, or Clive or