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“Anyway,” Logan continued, not bothering to hide his irritation, “I can’t. I have to stop by the hospital to pick up some meds for my mom.”
Mace rolled his good shoulder in a shrug and limped toward the exit. “Come after. And for demon’s sake, get your dog some proper food.”
Logan glanced over at Cujo. The hellhound was slurping up the last remains of the demon, his tail wagging like it was the best meal he’d ever had.
Hellhounds were disgusting. Great protectors, but disgusting.
“Maybe he’ll eat the Guardian.” Logan wasn’t serious about that, though. Cujowouldeat the guy if Logan let him, but that would probably end Aegis/DART relations.
Mace snickered. “I hear there’s a Guardianyouwant to eat.”
Logan started. “What?”
“That Aegis chick you rolled around with on the gym mat.”
They’d rolled. Tangled. Exchanged a lot of heat. But Mace was the last person who needed to know that. “Who told you?”
“Draven. He saw you decimate those assholes. Said you were careful with one particular female, though.”
Whatever. Draven was a dead man.
“Draven’s full of shit,” Logan said, but his cheeks heated at the memory of having Eva’s curvy body beneath him. He was so done with this conversation. He popped Mace on the shoulder. The injured one. “Tell you what. I’ll meet you at Thirst after I drop the soul traps off in the vault and grab my mom’s meds. But only if you shut up about the Guardians, and you file the Shedim incident report with DART.”
“What?” Mace swore. “I hate paperwork.” He glanced at the Aegis Guardian’s wrecked body. “On the upside, I don’t mind reporting dead Aegi.”
Logan didn’t bother with any pro-Aegis arguments. He didn’t care that, like DART, they were dedicated to destroying evil demons. The Aegis had tried to kill him before he’d taken his first breath, and he held a grudge. They made no distinction between evil demons and good ones, and they’d kill Mace, Draven, or any of Logan’s friends if they got the chance. So, no, he wouldn’t defend them.
But as they passed the dead Guardian, Logan said a silent prayer for his soul.
The guy and his partner, who was currently puking in the grass outside, had managed to take down two badass demons before the one Aegi died, and that deserved at least a modicum of respect. That kind of skill was hard to find in the human population. The human had died protecting people, and Logan couldn’t fault that.
“Sorry, man,” he murmured. “You did good. Rest in peace.”
“That was the most fucked-up day ever.” Sig plopped down at the table Eva had reserved at a posh Brussels restaurant featuring a private room for large parties and meetings.
Benji shot him a snarky look as he took the seat opposite. “You still mad about Logan putting you face down on the mat?”
“Pfft. No.” Sig reached up and rubbed his nose. “But that guy is a dick.”
Keeley took a sip from the glass of water the waiter had just brought. “I think he’s fucking hot.”
“I like anyone who can make Sig eat dirt,” Benji said.
Mason laughed, and Carlos let out a deep chuckle. Sig sneered.
“Logan might be a dick,” Carlos said as he reached for his sparkling water, “but he knows his shit. I wouldn’t mess with that one.”
“You?” Sig grabbed a slice of bread from the basket at the center of the table. “Big bad SEAL dude wouldn’t mess with a DART douche?”
Carlos leaned back in his seat, his long body taking up a lot of real estate. And he took it up like he owned it. “You need to learn to check your ego, kid. Recognize when someone is as good—or better—than you are. I think I could hold my own with the guy, at least for a little while, but I’m not sure I want to test my theory in a life-or-death situation. Respect your opponent. You get cocky, you get dead.”
Sig snorted. “Whatever.”
They stopped the shop talk as the server approached to take their orders. As soon as he was gone, Keeley settled her elbows on the table and kept her voice low. “Is anyone else supposed to contact their Elder handler when we get to our rooms?”
Everyone nodded. Sig popped a bite of bread into his mouth and spoke while chewing. “I’m reporting to Anthony. What about you guys?”
Everyone looked at each other, unsure if they were supposed to reveal the names of their handlers. Finally, Mason shrugged. “No one told me I couldn’t tell. Miguel is my handler.”
