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Tharion laughed at the naked delight on Bryce’s face. “Do you think the Reapers fall to pieces over them, too?”
“I bet even the Under-King himself squeals when he sees them,” Bryce said. “They were part of why I wanted to move here in the first place.”
Hunt lifted a brow. “Really?”
“I saw them when I was a kid and thought they were the most magical thing I’d ever seen.” She beamed. “I still do.”
“Considering your line of work, that’s saying something.”
Tharion angled his head at them. “What manner of work is that?”
“Antiquities,” Bryce said. “If you ever find anything interesting in the depths, let me know.”
“I’ll send an otter right to you.”
Hunt got to his feet, offering a hand to help Bryce rise. “Keep us posted.”
Tharion gave him an irreverent salute. “I’ll see you when I see you,” he said, gills flaring, and dove beneath the surface. They watched him swim out toward the deep heart of the river, following the same path as the otter, then plunge down, down—to those distant, twinkling lights.
“He’s a charmer,” Bryce murmured as Hunt hauled her to her feet, his other hand coming to her elbow.
Hunt’s hand lingered, the heat of it searing her even through the leather of the jacket. “Just wait until you see him in his human form. He causes riots.”
She laughed. “How’d you even meet him?”
“We had a string of mer murders last year.” Her eyes darkened in recognition. It’d been all over the news. “Tharion’s little sister was one of the victims. It was high-profile enough that Micah assigned me to help out. Tharion and I worked on the case together for the few weeks it lasted.”
Micah had traded him three whole debts for it.
She winced. “It was you two who caught the killer? They never said on the news—just that he’d been apprehended. Nothing more—not even who it was.”
Hunt let go of her elbow. “We did. A rogue panther shifter. I handed him over to Tharion.”
“I’m assuming the panther didn’t make it down to the Blue Court.”
Hunt surveyed the shimmering expanse of water. “No, he didn’t.”
“Is Bryce being nice to you, Athie?”
Seated at the front desk of the gallery showroom, Bryce muttered, “Oh please,” and kept clicking through the paperwork Jesiba had sent over.
Hunt, sprawled in the chair across the desk from her, the portrait of angelic arrogance, merely asked the fire sprite lurking in the open iron door, “What would you do if I said she wasn’t, Lehabah?”
Lehabah floated in the archway, not daring to come into the showroom. Not when Jesiba would likely see. “I’d burn all her lunches for a month.”
Hunt chuckled, the sound sliding along her bones. Bryce, despite herself, smiled.
Something heavy thumped, audible even a level above the library, and Lehabah zoomed down the stairs, hissing, “Bad!”
Bryce looked at Hunt as he sifted through the photos of the demon from a few nights ago. His hair hung over his brow, the sable strands gleaming like black silk. Her fingers curled on the keyboard.
Hunt lifted his head. “We need more intel on Sabine. The fact that she swapped the footage of the Horn’s theft from the temple is suspicious, and what she said in the observation room that night is pretty suspicious, too, but they don’t necessarily mean she’s a murderer. I can’t approach Micah without concrete proof.”
She rubbed the back of her neck. “Ruhn hasn’t gotten any leads on finding the Horn, either, so that we can lure the kristallos.”
Silence fell. Hunt crossed an ankle over a knee, then stretched out a hand to where she’d discarded Danika’s jacket on the chair beside him, too lazy to bother hanging it. “I saw Danika wearing this in the photo in your guest room. Why’d you keep it?”
Bryce let out a long breath, thankful for his shift in subject. “Danika used to store her stuff in the supply closet here, rather than bothering to go back to the apartment or over to the Den. She’d stashed the jacket here the day …” She blew out a breath and glanced toward the bathroom in the back of the space, where Danika had changed only hours before her death. “I didn’t want Sabine to have it. She would have read the back of it and thrown it in the trash.”
