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"Yeah, it is. " Grinning, she used one of the broken pieces to scoop up the salsa Sascha had already made. "I got some info for you on Sienna. " She filled Sascha in.
"Hmm, I'll have to go up and see what's happening. I've been working with Toby, but I don't think I've talked to Sienna in several weeks. " She leaned against the wall and looked at Mercy with those penetrating cardinal eyes. "You're wound up tighter than tight. "
Mercy decided to take up the implied offer. "Riley's pushing. "
"That's what predatory changeling men do. " A meaningful glance at the broken taco shells.
"Not that kind of pushing - though he does that, too. He's pushing for more than sex. " She paused, then admitted the truth. "It already is more than sex. " The strength of these new emotions threatened to crush her heart, steal her breath.
"Ah. " Sascha took a few moments. "Is there a possibility he could be your mate?"
"I'm not what he's looking for in a mate, trust me. " A stab deep in her soul, a twisting pain that seemed to get stronger with every day that passed.
"That hurts you. "
She went to deny it, then decided it was unmitigated stupidity to lie to an empath on the subject of emotions. "Yeah, it does. But I'm glad he was honest - that's more important than anything. As long as he doesn't try to mold me into what he wants, I can deal. " Because she wanted him, too, the idiot.
And maybe, since he wasn't asking for a lifetime, her leopard wouldn't resent being tied down, perhaps even find some peace in it. Except . . . "The way he draws me, the sheer strength of it . . . I don't know what to do. "
Sascha gave her a surprisingly mischievous smile. "Doesn't mean you can't enjoy him while you figure it out. "
And the tension broke, just like that. Mercy threw part of a taco shell at Sascha. "Some help you are. "
They were still laughing when Dorian arrived, followed by Clay. The four of them managed to demolish the salsa by the time Lucas returned, with Nate and Vaughn on his heels. None of the sentinels' mates had come today, which was surprising. Mercy said as much.
"Kids are at Tammy's - Tally's gone to dinner with Ria," Clay told her. "They're calling it a strategy meeting - how human females deal with changeling males. "
Everyone but Dorian laughed. His next words told them why. "Shaya's with Amara. "
"She'll be fine," Lucas said. "Your mate's tough. "
"Yeah. " A proud smile. "I can't help but worry, though. Keenan's at Tammy's. "
"Faith, too," Vaughn added. "And Brenna was there when I left. "
No one found that strange. Brenna and Faith had quietly become very good friends over the past months. "Did Judd come down?" Mercy asked.
"Probably. " Dorian passed her a box of take-out fried rice. "He has trouble letting Brenna out of his sight. "
"Oh, please," Mercy muttered, "you're all so overprotective you'd be delighted if you could pack your mates in cotton wool and put them inside glass bubbles. "
Sascha started laughing so hard, she almost dropped her egg roll. "I think that's Lucas's secret fantasy. "
Her mate growled at her. "All I said was that you looked a little tired. You didn't have to blow a gasket. "
"You told me to go lie down. " Sascha poked her chopsticks in his direction. "Do I look like an invalid to you?"
Of course, that was just an invitation for the men to throw in their support behind Lucas, while Mercy had to back Sascha on principle. Come to think of it, the cardinal did look different. Not tired exactly. A little more fragile. Softer. More breakable.
"Enough. " Sascha cut off the discussion with a hand. "We have actual work to do. "
"Right," Lucas said. "Clay, you had some intel. "
"Rats. " Clay named his source. "They're catching hints that a group of people are gathering chemicals that could be used to make bombs. Low-tech bombs, but they'll do the job same as high-tech. "
Everyone went quiet.
"Alliance?" Dorian finally asked.
"Unconfirmed but from the surveillance footage we were able to get, one of the buyers looks very similar to a face we flagged as a possible Alliance mercenary from the flights that came in around the time of Nash's abduction," Clay said. "Teijan has his people on it twenty-four/seven, but whoever they are, they're being very careful. No clue as to where they've set up base yet. "
"We'll find them," Lucas said, eyes grim. "No one makes trouble in our city. "
The night after his frustrating call with Mercy, Riley was antsy. It was tempting to blame it on his day - DarkRiver and SnowDancer had both upped their already visible presence in the city in silent warning to the Alliance, but they weren't any closer to running down the operatives. Since he'd just come off a full day shift in the city, it would've been easy to lie to himself.
But that wasn't who he was. "What would you say if I asked you a hypothetical question?" he asked after giving Hawke his report.
Hawke's eyes gleamed. "That there are no such things as hypothetical questions. "
"That's what I thought. " He lapsed back into thought.
Hawke stared at him. "I can answer your hypothetical question, though. "
"You don't know what it is. "
"I know you're jumpy as hell for Mercy. Go find her. Get naked. The end. "
Riley looked at his alpha. "That's your pitch to women? Let's get naked?" He snorted. "No wonder your balls are blue. "
Hawke gave him a one-finger salute. "Go take care of your own balls. "
"Maybe I will. " He got up. "I have an answer for you, too. "
"I don't want to hear it. "
"Too bad. Lieutenant privileges. " He put his hand on the door to the office. "I know why your balls are blue. "
Silence.
"Whatever the hell is happening between you two, make a note that several different men, me included, will kill you if you touch her. She's not ready. "
"I don't know who you're talking about. " Hawke's voice remained unconcerned, but his hand was squeezing his pen so tight, he'd probably shattered it.
"But none of us will kill you for spending time with her. " He pulled open the door. "Track her down, taunt her into a sparring session. It'll get you skin-to-skin contact. "
Hawke's eyes were pure wolf when they met Riley's. "I don't think so. "
Riley looked at his alpha and gave a slight nod. "Yeah, I see your point. " A little contact would only enflame the wolf. "You need to draw some blood?" It was an honest offer, wolf to wolf, frustrated male to frustrated male.
"Not yet. " Putting down his mangled pen, Hawke shoved both hands into his hair, leaving a streak of bright blue ink on the pale strands. "You'll find me when I do. " He sounded disgusted.
Riley shrugged. "It's my job. " Being the senior lieutenant was about more than responsibility to the pack. It was about responsibility for the alpha as well. With Hawke unmated - and likely to remain so - Riley had to make sure the other man never went too close to the edge. Hawke, in turn, kept a watchful eye on him, too.
Now the alpha raised his head. "You're so fucking calm you fool everyone else, but don't fool yourself, Riley. You're in no better condition than I am. "
Leaving Hawke to his own demons, Riley got changed into workout gear, found an empty training room, and began to go through his usual sparring routine, but without a partner - he was in no mood to hold his punches. Hawke could've taken him, but his alpha already saw too much. He didn't want to betray anything else.
"Riley?"
"Go away. " He'd heard Brenna enter, had decided to ignore her.
But Brenna had never been easily dissuaded. "Drew said you're not sleeping well - that you were up most of last night. "
He went through a vicious series of moves and ended a foot from her, breath calm, eyes furious. "Drew has a big fucking mouth. "
"Yeah, tell me something I don't know. " She grinned, but there was worry in those mag
nificent eyes she'd turned from a scar to a badge of courage. "Riley, is this . . . I . . . "
Scowling, he closed the distance between them to cup her cheek. "It's not about you. " Her hurt haunted him, but he wasn't going to put that weight on her back. That was his cross to bear. "I'm not sleeping because I want sex. "
Her mouth dropped open. Then she went bright red. "Too. Much. Information!"
Satisfied at having distracted her from the past, he raised an eyebrow. "You did ask. "
"Argh. " She rubbed at her temples. "Am trying to erase image from mind. "
His temper lessened at her theatrics. "What, you think I'm a monk?"
"Might as well have been," she said with a shrug. "You haven't been with anyone for months. "
"And that's not too much information?"
"That's looking after my brother. " She poked him in the chest. "And if you're - you know - why don't you go and do something about it?"
He stroked a hand down her hair, reassuring himself for the millionth time that she was still alive, still breathing. God, he felt for Dorian. The other man's sister hadn't come back. That heartbreaking truth was why Riley had allowed Dorian to strike the killing blow when they'd hunted down the monster who'd stolen so much innocence. "You think it's that easy?"
"You've got confidence leaking out your pores. "
"The bigger the ego," he muttered, repeating something Mercy had said to him, "the louder they pop. "
Brenna laughed. "You never had an ego problem, Riley. You had a responsibility problem. You didn't even go away to roam - you were always there for me and Drew. "