That sounded more like a threat than before, but he was walking away, I.S. personnel trailing behind him. At a loss, I tucked the zip-strip into my bag and looked for Jenks while Glenn organized the FIB personnel. Jenks was staying out of sight, though I’m sure he had seen the encounter. Slowly my pulse eased, soothed by the sounds of the insects and lapping water.
Glenn would have a hissy fit if I tried to look at the body before he was ready, and seeing the witch standing by himself, I smiled. It had been ages since I’d talked shop with anyone, and I missed it. He stared at me, and with that stellar response, I checked my impulse to go over.
“We’re done here,” Denon said loudly to the subordinate Weres. “Leave the cleanup for the FIB.” It was condescending, but Glenn made a pleased sound, making me think he didn’t want to share his separate findings. Denon must have heard him, for when the officers headed for their vehicles, the living vampire grabbed the witch’s arm and pulled him aside.
“I want you to stay,” he said, and the man’s eyes narrowed, the sun peeking through the leaves to make eerie shadows on him. “I want a report as to what the FIB does and finds.”
“I’m not your lackey,” the witch said, eyeing Denon’s grip. “If you want my findings, submit a request at the Arcane’s front desk like everyone else. Get your hand off me.”
My eyebrows rose. He works in the Arcane Division? My dad worked in the Arcane. I looked him over with a new interest. Then I caught myself, cursing my idiotic attraction to the dangerous. God, I was a fool.
Denon let go of the witch’s arm. Stiff and prideful, the big man headed for the van, gesturing to make the Were in the front passenger’s seat move to the back. The door slammed shut, and shifting back and forth, the van worked its way onto the thin strip of pavement. The other I.S. vehicle followed, leaving us, the ambulance, and the witch—the latter having no way to get back to the I.S. tower that I could see. Man…I knew how he felt.
Sympathy rose high. Gathering my resolve, I headed over. I’m being nice, not looking for a date, I told myself, but he did have pretty blue eyes, and his hair was that soft curly brown that would feel oh so nice between my fingers.
From behind me came Glenn’s hushed but impatient words, and the guys in lab coats descended on the Were like birds. Jenks dropped out of the oak tree, startling me with his harsh wing clatter when he landed on my shoulder. “Ah, Rache?”
“Can it wait?” I muttered. “I want to talk to this guy.”
“You have a boyfriend,” he warned. “And a girlfriend,” he added, making me frown. “I know you. Don’t overcompensate because of one lousy kiss.”
“I’m just going to say hi,” I said, stifling a swat at him. And it hadn’t been a lousy kiss. It had been a pulse-pounding hell-of-a-kiss that had shocked me and left me breathless. I only had to figure out if the thrill had been an honest emotion stemming from Ivy or my shallowly reveling in the wicked thrill of being someone I really wasn’t. My eyes dropped. It matters. One will lead to hard questions about myself, the other will hurt Ivy. Leading her on just so I can find a thrill is really, really wrong, and I’m not going to do it.
Forcing a smile, I halted before the guy. His I.S. badge said TOM BAN-SEN, and he used to have long hair, according to his picture. “I’m Rachel—” I started, extending my hand.
“I know. Excuse me.”
It was terse, and, pushing past my extended hand, he went to stand over the FIB personnel and watch them take their data. Jenks snickered, and I stood there with my mouth hanging open. My eyes fell to my outfit. It wasn’t that unprofessional. “I just wanted to say hi,” I said, hurt.
“He doesn’t smell as witchy as you do,” Jenks said smugly. “But before your head swells up, if he works in the Arcane, he’s classically trained and would flatten you. Remember Lee?”
My breath came and went, and I felt a stab of worry about this Friday. I had devoted my life to earth magic, and while not any less strong than ley line, it was slower. Ley line was flashy and dramatic, with a quick invocation and wider application. Demon magic mixed them both into something very fast, very powerful, and everlasting. Only a handful of people knew I could invoke demon magic, but the smut on my soul was easy to see. Perhaps that, along with my growing reputation that I dealt in demons, had him on edge.
I couldn’t let the misunderstanding stand, so, ignoring Jenks’s muttered dire predictions of hell and snowflakes, I sidled up alongside Tom. “Look, maybe we got off on the wrong foot,” I said against the murmuring backdrop of the FIB conversation. “Do you need a ride anywhere when this is done?”