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The emergency lighting flickered then came on. The generators had obviously kicked in. Will these doors still be functional?
Probably.
What about the cameras?
Footsteps sounded in the hall outside, followed by gruff voices. They were still several rooms away from ours, but we were running out of time fast.
The cameras probably wouldn't be considered a priority, so Yd say no. Which is probably why they're evacuating. He bent to look at the lock. There's no getting around it. We need a guard to open it.
Then let's get one.
I reached out telepathically for the guards in the hallway. With the nanowires they were all wearing, it felt like I was hitting a brick wall. I continued to push telepathically, hitting the nanowire with everything I had. As sweat beaded across my forehead, my consciousness began to seep through the wire's wall, until suddenly I was through. I grabbed the guard's mind, wrapping around it completely, letting him finish evacuating the schoolroom before walking him down toward us.
He opened the door and walked into the room, and even had the cameras been active, they wouldn't have picked up anything out of place. My touch these days was so light that I could control a mind and still have that person look and act completely natural.
"I'm afraid we've lost power and have to evacuate the building," he said, gaze sweeping the room but not actually seeing anything important. He wasn't even seeing us standing at the other door-I was making sure of that.
I nudged Kye, and nodded toward the guard. He seemed to get what I wanted, because he said, "My time isn't up yet."
"All monies will be refunded, sir." He walked over to the door and pressed his hand against the scanner. After a beep, he leaned forward, letting his eye be scanned. There was a soft click, and the door opened.
I turned him around and walked him back out the door. As I retreated from his mind, I left the image of us walking away from the room.
As the hall door clicked shut, I blew out a breath and lifted a sweaty strand of hair from my forehead.
So you're one of the guardians who could walk into this club and freeze the mind of every man and woman in this club, Kye said, eyeing me with an odd expression.
As if he was suddenly reassessing me. I wasn't sure whether that was a good thing or a bad one.
There are vamps more powerful than me at the Directorate. I replied absentmindedly, my gaze on the hall beyond. It was small, pitch black, and smelled of dust, damp, and magic. Dark, distasteful magic.
Which is warning enough that even one such as me should never get on the wrong side of the Directorate. Or her hunters.
If you want to continue living the free and easy life of a killer for hire, then that's a mighty good idea.
I don't always kill, he said mildly. Sometimes I guard.
Guarding killers isn't that much of a step up the ladder. I slipped off my stilettos, then blinked on my infrared vision and stepped into the hall. The faint, metallic scent of blood flavored the air, and with it the stench of flesh beginning to rot. Maybe they hadn't had time to get rid of Billy's body after all.
Well, when it comes to Blaise, your pack alpha, I'd have to agree. He let the door close and darkness swamped us. Not that it mattered to me.
Then why did you take the job? I moved forward cautiously. I might be able to see in this inky blackness, but magic was crawling across my skin, pinpricks of fire that sent a continuous shudder of revulsion through the rest of me.
Because he paid more than the usual rate, and because I was intrigued to meet the woman who had him so scared.
I snorted softly. Blaise was never scared of me.
Then why did he hire me?
You know why-to protect his precious son, Patrin, from the death threats he was receiving.
Kye smiled. It swirled across my senses.
There were never any death threats. It was you and Rhoan he feared.
I snorted softly. Blaise and his precious sons spent most of their lives using the two of us as their expendable punching bags. Why the hell would he be scared of us before we beat the crap out of him?
Because he feared what you could become-what you did become. He hesitated. There is magic up ahead. And Blaise will seek his revenge for what you and Rhoan did to him.
