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But he wouldn’t want to hear her secrets, and she didn’t want to tell them. Sometimes, she liked to forget who she was, and what she’d done.
“They made it personal,” he said, the words dark and deadly and a shiver slipped over her. “They came after my people, and they’re damn well going to pay.”
She turned and met his stare. Black, not green. The demon was out to play. “I tell you, and then you let me go?”
He’d broken her out of jail. That had to mean something, didn’t it?
He held her stare. His expression never changed. “Of course.”
And this time, she was the one who knew…Lie.
* * *
“Where the hell are they?”
Antonio cracked open one eye at the screeching voice. He was flat on the floor, and his jaw ached like a sonofabitch.
He’d also spent the last five minutes pretending to be out cold. Like Zane could really take me with one punch. The demon thought he had a fist of steel. Not so much. Especially not since Zane had a tendency to pull his punches with friends.
Antonio let a moan break from his lips, and he made a show of pushing himself off the floor. “Wh-what…” He shook his head. “What happened?” Did he sound weak enough? Maybe.
He squinted and allowed his gaze to drift around the room. He saw the shoes first. Two-inch black heels. Long legs. His gaze rose. A woman stood in the doorway of the interrogation room. Her dark blond hair was pulled back at her nape. Her green eyes glittered—oh, yeah, a lot of rage there.
A man was behind her—tall, balding, and peering over her shoulder.
“Who are you?” Antonio asked as he rose to his feet. He shifted his jaw. Zane hadn’t pulled the punch that much. “What the—where the hell are the prisoners?”
The woman shook her head. “You expect me to believe this bull?”
He stumbled and his legs rammed into the thick table.
A badge was slapped onto the table. “FBI Special Agent Kelly Thomas.” Her red nails tapped the badge. “I’m here to pick up your prisoner, Jana Carter.” She paused a beat. “And you’d better tell me that Ms. Carter is just down the hall, getting fingerprinted.”
“I…don’t remember. Something hit me…”
She swore and spun around, colliding with the male. “They’re gone! Christ, we’ve got to call headquarters.”
The man jerked out his phone and began punching numbers.
She tossed a hard glare back at Antonio. “Captain Young, you’ve made a serious mistake.”
“Mistake? Lady, I was assaulted!”
Her lips curled in disgust. “You think I don’t know about you? You chose the wrong side.”
His shoulders straightened. “And what side would that be?”
She snatched back her badge. “The side with the freaks. You want to screw with them, that’s your mistake.”
Screw with them?
“It’s a mistake that I’ll make sure you regret,” she promised.
He waited until the woman and her partner stormed from the room, then he took out his phone. Two seconds later, he’d connected to the most powerful man in Baton Rouge. “Hey, Pak. I got a name for you. Kelly Thomas.” He listened a moment and then said, “You were right, she came for the Ignitor.”
The FBI agent would realize soon enough that Antonio never did a damn thing that he regretted. Could she say the same thing?
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