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The truth was hewasa fan of Caroline Knight.
But that was before he learned that she was his mate.
Now, he didn’t want her around.
Impossibly and ironically, he also didn’t want her away from him.
It was all very confusing, and he couldn’t make any sense of it.This, he thought,is exactly why mates are dangerous.
Ryland didn’t want to be with Caroline, but that didn’t mean he wanted her dead. Or worse.
He made his way to the kitchen and poured himself a generous amount of scotch. It wasn’t noon yet, and he didn’t like to drink during the day, but he had to do something to get Caroline’s smell out of his nostrils. A stiff drink was the only solution he could think of. It would definitely wash away her scent.
The sting helped, but only for a second. He had to get back in there and get more information from her. After giving himself a pep talk, he knocked on the bedroom door. “Please open the door,” he said with his best charming voice.
She opened the door, but she glared at him. “Yes?”
“We got off on the wrong foot.”
“You said that before,” she snapped.
“Yeah, well, you’ve got two feet.”
“Which one is the right one if you’ve fucked up twice already?” she asked, tilting her head to the side as she assessed him.
The sassy minx.
He chuckled as he thought of his wolf. He had four paws, but sharing that information with the human was hardly a good idea. It sure wouldn’t endear him to her.
“Look, this kind of case isn’t what I usually work. I don’t like it when my brother delegates tasks that aren’t up to my usual …” He paused, searching for the word.
“That aren’t as important as you’d like.”
Ryland chuckled. She was a feisty one. Just the flavor he liked. It would be difficult to ignore her if she kept this up.
“I wouldn’t say that two murders aren’t important,” he quickly replied. “Obviously, it’s a real tragedy that those lives were cut short and that two families must mourn a loved one. Usually, I oversee things that have more scope.”
“Maybe your brother wants you to find the vases.”
He snorted. “My brother doesn’t need to be immortal.”
She rolled her eyes. “I’m not saying that. Maybe he wants the vases so that people stop dying because of them.”
“Hmm.”
Caroline arched a brow at him. “Hmm? That’s all you have to say? These vases are ancient artifacts. They’re worthmillionsof dollars. It would be a huge deal if the missing three vases were found. Museums would be falling over each other to get all six in their collections. Not to mention the number of rich freaks who will try to keep these artifacts locked up in their homes where no one can enjoy them.”
“Or,” he offered, “someone is out there looking to become immortal.”
“You’re joking,” she laughed.
“No. I’m not joking. Some people believe in all that stuff. And why shouldn’t they? There is a lot of unexplainable stuff out there.”
Like how my mate ended up in my life.
Ryland blamed Wilder. If his brother didn’t live in London, there would have been no one to send Caroline to him.
But then she could’ve been killed by the man in black.
