Thanks to the combined effort of Mira’s squad and the one she spotted at a back table as she entered Asylum, the GNC had one less international militant group to contend with. It was a victory that couldn’t have come at a better time: Just a week from now, government leaders, dignitaries, and VIPs from all over the world, representing Breed and humankind alike, were scheduled to gather in Washington, D.C., in a much-publicized show of peace and solidarity. All of the Order elders would be in attendance, including Mira’s adoptive parents, Nikolai and Renata.
Back home in Montreal, the mated pair were still waiting for her to confirm whether she’d be going with them too. Although neither had said anything, she knew their invitation was given in the hope that she might expand her social circle, maybe meet someone she might consider bonding with someday. It was also their well-meaning but none-too-subtle attempt to take her off the battlefield, even for a little while.
She must have been scowling when she arrived at the table with her team, because as she sat down, the captain of the other squad narrowed a concerned look on her.
“You all right?” Nathan’s voice was level and unreadable beneath the thump of music and the din of noise rising up from Asylum’s bar and dance floor. His greenish blue eyes were steady and unblinking beneath the military-short cut of his jet-black hair. “I wasn’t sure you’d be up for this.”
Not sure she’d be able to handle being back in Boston. Especially on the anniversary of Kellan’s death.
She caught his meaning, even though he didn’t specifically say the words. He knew her too well, had been one of her dearest friends for almost as long as Kellan had. Longer, now that Kellan had been gone eight years. Nathan had been there that night too. He’d been right next to Mira, holding her back from the flames and falling debris when the riverfront warehouse exploded into the dark sky. And he’d been standing at her infirmary bedside days later, when she woke up and learned there’d been no trace left of Kellan or the human rebel scum he’d pursued inside the booby-trapped building.
Mira cleared her throat, still tasting ash and smoke all these years later. “No, it’s fine. I’m good.” He didn’t believe her, not at all. She looked away from his probing stare and took in the rest of the warriors gathered around the table. “In case I didn’t say it already, nice work, all of you. We kicked some serious ass out there together.”
Torin and Webb nodded in agreement, while Bal shot a crooked grin at the three members of Nathan’s crew. “Captain’s right. Damn good working with you ladies. After all, every skilled surgeon needs someone to mop up the spilled blood and guts or hand him the right tool when he calls for it.”
“I got a tool for you right here,” quipped Elijah, Nathan’s second in command, a brown-haired Breed warrior with cowboy rugged looks, a quicksilver smile, and a slow Texas drawl. “And if you want to talk surgical precision, we’ve got you beat in spades. My man Jax over here? Poetry in motion. Two of those rebel bastards had the bad judgment to open fire on us, but Jax took them both out with a single toss of his hira-shuriken.” Eli made a low whistling sound as he drew his finger across his neck and that of Rafe, his teammate seated next to him. “Thing of fucking beauty, Jax.”
Jax gave a mild bow of his dark head at the praise. Half Asian and 100 percent lethal, the big, ebony-haired vampire was renowned for his deadly grace, and for his skill with the razor-edged throwing stars he handcrafted and carried with him wherever he went. Mira knew without checking that Jax likely had half a dozen of his hira-shuriken on his person now.
She carried her own pair of custom blades too, daggers she’d had since she first learned how to use one properly. They were always within her reach, even though it was illegal to discharge weapons of any kind in civilian sectors of the city. Only uniformed officials with the Joint Urban Security Taskforce Initiative Squad, a government-directed police detail comprised of hand-picked Breed and human officers, were licensed to carry unconcealed arms or use deadly force in nonmilitary situations.
Reflecting back on the success of their completed mission, Mira nodded to Nathan’s other squad member, blond, blue-eyed Xander Raphael. “Good job providing the cover we needed to breach the rebel’s compound,” she told him. “You’ve got serious skills, kid.”
“Thanks.” Though hardly a child, Mira had known Rafe since he was an infant. Of the group seated around the table now, he was the newest recruit, fresh out of training ten months ago. Mira was almost a decade older than he, but the young Breed warrior was capable and wise well beyond his years. He was also the son of an Order elder, Dante, and his mate, Tess. Like all Breed offspring, Rafe had been gifted with his mother’s unique extrasensory talent. Tess’s ability to heal with her touch was a conflict for her son, who had also been born with his father’s innate courage and virtually unmatched fighting skills.