Logan nodded and sped out the door.
Garrett released Daire and sat back. “What happened?”
“Nothing. Coven business.” As an enforcer for the witch world, he could claim privacy from the vampire. “How was hunting?”
Garrett studied him, almost too much knowledge on his young face. More and more, every day, he was starting to look like his father, badass Talen Kayrs. Talen was one of the most dangerous vampire soldiers Daire had ever met, and that was saying something.
Garrett and Logan were undercover as prospective members of the Titans of Fire Motorcycle Club and had been scouting Seattle bars all night for a lead on the drug they were all investigating. The idea of the two soldiers, who had seen real war and death, fighting to be included in a human motorcycle club was silly at best. But they had been doing a good job getting information about the drug, and Daire had actually enjoyed having the kids around, even if they did mess up his normally ordered life.
Garrett shook his head. “No new Intel tonight from the bars we frequented. The dealers are getting sneakier.”
Daire tried to clear the numbness in his head. “Are the cameras at Fire operational?”
“No. We disabled them weeks ago, not wanting Logan or me caught on surveillance.”
Aye. At the time, Daire had agreed with the decision. “Those papers hold the locations of every planekite mine on earth as well as the deeds we hold.” He purposely kept all information off computers, which could be hacked, because, hey, he was a hardass enforcer who could protect paper. Well, except from one very tiny blond, enhanced human. Fuck, shit, and double-damn fuck. “I can’t believe this.” He wiped his forehead, his hand shaking.
Garrett swallowed. “Um, were there a bunch of them? The ones who took you out?”
“No. One woman with a syringe knocked me on my ass.” One woman.
Garrett’s eyebrows rose in his hard-cut face. “A woman?”
Daire growled. “Yes. Very pretty.”
Garrett pressed his lips together, and his gray eyes lightened to a sparkling silver.
“If you laugh, I’m going to throw you out the window,” Daire snapped. A ten-story fall would teach the young vampire a lesson.
Garrett’s mouth twitched, and he cleared his throat.
Logan shoved his way back inside the door. “The surveillance system was knocked out all night. No videos.”
“Smart woman,” Garrett coughed.
Logan glanced down at his buddy, who was still crouched beside Daire. “Woman?”
Garrett stood and took a step away from Daire. “Yes. A woman with a mighty syringe.”
Logan stood straighter, a frown drawing down his dark eyebrows. “Shifter or witch?”
“No.” Daire planted a hand on the wall and shoved himself to his feet. He would’ve recognized a witch, and he hadn’t gotten any hint of shifter from her. Vampires were male only, and demons gave out stronger vibes than any other species. Plus, ninety percent of the demon nation was male, and a female would never be out on her own like that. “Enhanced human.”
Logan’s mouth dropped open.
“Shut up,” Daire growled. “She was beautiful, and it has been a while.” Could he sound any more like a dumbass? “If you two tell anybody, and I mean anybody, I’ll cut off your heads myself.”
The kids shuffled their feet. Garrett was no doubt under orders to report anything and everything to his uncle Dage, the king of vampires. Logan was probably similarly under orders to report all progress to his brother, Zane Kyllwood, the leader of the demon nation.
Daire sighed. “The woman and the mine holdings don’t concern the vampire or demon nations, so I’m asking you, at least for now, keep this between us.” Considering they’d done nothing but create chaos in his perfectly ordered life while also eating him out of house and home, they could grant him a solid.