He flicked off the television. “The bouncer ends up carrying them outside, where there’s no camera. The bodies haven’t been found yet.”
That figured. “Track down the bodies and make sure they get a proper burial, and make sure their families are notified, if they have families.”
Jay cleared his throat. “You’ll contact the king?”
“Yes.” She glanced at her watch, her heart aching for those poor, stupid girls. Youth made mistakes, but they shouldn’t be deadly, damn it. “Finish the job here, lie low for two weeks, and then show up at Realm headquarters. Dage will be waiting with open arms.” That would give her enough time to get her job done before anybody figured out what she was doing.
“Thank you,” Jay whispered, the gratitude on his rugged face sweet and kind of sad.
“You’re welcome,” she said, wanting nothing more than to give the kid a hug. But now she had a plane to catch and a pissed-off male witch to escape. With a sigh, she turned and headed back into the cool Seattle night for the next part of her grand plan of revenge and death. Then, finally, she could rest.
Time started to tick by as Daire fought to regain control of his body on the smooth tile floor. His other hand unclenched. Then tingles cascaded up his legs. If he could just get—
The door opened.
Fuck.
A second clicked, and then two well-trained bodies launched into motion. One jumped over him, green gun out, scouting the empty penthouse. The other hauled him up by the armpits, all two hundred fifty pounds of him, and shoved him onto a brocade chair by the entrance.
Garrett Kayrs, nephew to the vampire king, kept Daire from falling over and peered into his eyes. “Do we need backup?”
Daire shook his head and forced out a word. “No.” It was bad enough the two young soldiers had found him. But better them than his brothers. He’d never live down one of them finding him helpless on his own damn floor.
Garrett’s metallic gray eyes narrowed, and his massive shoulders rolled back. For a vampire only in his early twenties, he’d settled into command mode incredibly quickly.
Logan Kyllwood jogged back into view, rubbing his crew-cut hair. “Condo is clear.”
Daire swallowed, and the taste of sulfur burned down his throat. Whatever had been in the syringe had been created to take down an immortal, more specifically, a witch. “I’m fine.”
Logan snorted, his lighter green eyes twinkling. Coming from a vampire and demon hybrid, it sounded more like a call for war. His square jaw was all demon, while the sharp angles of his cheekbones were all vampire, making for a predatory combination. “Dude. You are not fine.”
Had the fucking demon just called him dude? God save him from soldiers two decades old. Yet as much as he tried, he couldn’t help liking the two young males, even though they were slobs who kept violating the order of his condo. One a vampire, one a demon. Man, had humans gotten them wrong. Vamps could go into the sun, and demons had nothing to do with hell. They were just two different species on earth, like witches. But the smartass comments needed to stop.
Daire cleared his throat, finally able to move his mouth. “What was taken?” He’d heard Cee Cee rummage through his place, and his gut clenched.
Logan grimaced. “Your office looks like a pack of feline shifters went through it, and it’s gonna drive you crazy, believe me. A lot of papers everywhere, and the drawer on mine holdings is almost empty. Any files pertaining to Russia, Norway, and Canada.”
Daire breathed out. Oh, she had not taken those. Who the fuck was that woman? He stretched his ankles, and spikes of needles pricked through them. “Is that all?”
“No. It looks like Simone’s penthouse was also ransacked.” Logan shook his head. “Boy, is she gonna be pissed.”
Simone? As a member of the Council of the Coven Nine, the ruling body for the witch nation, Simone surely had confidential papers at her penthouse, which was adjacent to Daire’s. He tried to grasp on to reality. “Go get the video surveillance for the building. Now.”