Edge of Dawn(84)

Now Rune chuckled, and from what Nathan could tell, his denial was genuine. “You’ve been misinformed, my man. I’m not gonna try to guess what game Cass is playing with you, but I don’t hang with rebels. And I don’t know anyone by that name.”

“Really? Cassian told me Bowman was at La Notte last night with Mira.” Rune’s expression seemed to turn a bit stonier now. “Cassian says you spoke with them for a while in your dressing room.”

“That’s a lie,” Carys interjected, her caramel-brown hair swinging as she gave a vehement shake of her head. “Rune didn’t have anyone in his dressing room last night . . . except for me.”

Nathan’s curse drifted from between his flatly pressed lips. His dismay over that news flash was only slightly less than what it would be for Carys’s parents or her twin brother. “Obviously, someone’s lying to me right now,” Nathan said. “And I’ll warn you all just once that I do not have time for bullshit.”

Rune stared at him, assessing. Almost suspicious. “Sounds like the Order’s got some trouble on their hands.”

“Did you or did you not see Bowman with Mira last night?” he asked the fighter. “If you know anything about what he’s doing with her, I need to know. Her life could depend on it.”

Carys clutched Rune’s hand a bit tighter, Nathan noticed. But Rune gave nothing away in his face. “Sorry I can’t help.”

“Sorry.” Nathan snarled the word. “I can make you sorry.”

Maybe that’s what the bastard needed. Nathan took a pace forward, and couldn’t help noticing that Rune stayed put. Didn’t matter, because in that next second, both women stepped in to put themselves between the two Breed males.

“Stop this right now,” Carys cried. She spun toward Rune. “Both of you, stop this!”

Nathan couldn’t take his eyes off Jordana but saw in his peripheral vision when Rune gently stroked Carys’s cheek.

Nathan hated that he’d likely end up hurting her tender heart in the next few minutes, when he and her apparent more-than-unlikely boyfriend took their unfriendly discussion into a physical one.

As he considered doing just that, his comm unit buzzed in his pants pocket. He took it out, saw the caller was Eli, one of his teammates in Boston. Before Nathan could even ask for an update, Eli blurted out the news Nathan had been ready to kill tonight to have.

“We got a bead on Bowman.”

“Where?” Nathan demanded, his impasse with Rune suddenly less important in light of this crucial intel.

“Tip turned up on a rumored rebel base down in New Bedford. Scumbag gun runner sold Vince a dozen semiautos last winter. Said he only dealt with Vince, never got a look at Bowman or anyone else, but the lead on the possible base seems solid. Not much, but it’s something, right?”

“Agreed,” Nathan said. “Where are you at?” Eli rattled off the team’s location in the city. “Okay. Rafe and I will be there in less than five minutes. Touch base with everyone else on patrol tonight, let them know we’re on it. We’re moving in on New Bedford, no delay.”

“Got it, Captain.”

They cut the call and Nathan leveled one last look on the cage-fighting killer as he shoved his comm unit back into his pocket. “Anything happens to Mira because you wouldn’t talk, I will make you sorry. That goes double, anything happens to this female.”

Rune’s dark eyes narrowed at the threat. “I would lay down my life for Carys.”

Nathan scoffed, well aware of the Breed male’s dubious background and his infamous mode of living. “She’s worth ten of you, and you know it.”

“Aye,” Rune agreed, the first indicator of the accent he usually kept muted. His returning gaze was solemn but unapologetic. “That I do know, warrior.”

With Jordana Gates staring at him as if he were the devil himself standing in the middle of her apartment and Carys holding tight to Rune’s large, battle-scarred hand, Nathan wheeled around and exited the penthouse.

On the way back down to the lobby to get Rafe, Nathan had to concentrate on his training in order to bring his senses back to a state of cold purpose.

He strode out of the elevator on the ground floor, and beckoned his teammate over with a curt motion of his hand. He filled Rafe in on the new development, then the pair of warriors headed out, ready to deal a lot of pain and death to Bowman and his rebel followers.

And all the while, Nathan’s mouth still burned from Jordana Gates’s unexpected, disturbingly unforgettable kiss.



The darkness was complete, inky blackness.