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She’d been an award-winning journalist before The Aegis hired her, and now he had an idea how her interview subjects must have felt. Like being analyzed under a microscope. Not that Logan felt that way. He’d faced far more dangerous opponents than Eva Tennant.
“You could say that.”
Laughter from a nearby table rang out, and instead of raising her voice to be heard, Eva scooted closer, bringing her seawater and orchid scent with her. It made him think of jungle beaches and warm ocean waves, which made him think of her in a bikini, and then things got raunchy in his head, and he had to stop thinking.
“Our agencies are doing a good job of making itsoundlike it went off without a hitch.”
Now, he was confused. “It did go off without a hitch for DART. We cleaned upyourmess. The clusterfuck is all on The Aegis.”
“Excuse me?” Both of those manicured brows shot up. “I think you’re quite mistaken.”
“I guarantee I’m not.”
She looked so taken aback that he took a victory drink.Always keep people off-balance, friend or foe.
Uncle Ares kind of took his warrior lifestyle to the extreme, but he usually had sound advice.
The wine was, unsurprisingly, good. Smooth and rich. Eva might work for an extremist organization that could never be trusted, but she had good taste in merlot.
“And why are you so certain you’re right?” she asked, still leaning close enough for him to feel the heat radiating off her bare arms.
He considered lying because the truth would invite questions he wasn’t ready to answer. Hell, he’d never be ready to confide in a human again. But then, he supposed he didn’t have to.
“I was there,” he said, watching her carefully for her reaction. “In Boston. Kynan sent Mace and me the second he got the call from The Aegis. We were on scene within five minutes. One of your people was already dead, and the other was outside, heaving his guts up.”
She blinked, and he could practically see the wheels turning in her head. “You? You were there? How? Boston is an eight-hour flight from here.”
“Come on. You don’t expect me to give away all of DART’s secrets, do you?”
She muttered something about demon magic and gave a little huff before downing what was left in her glass. “Lucky for you, I’m a little too tipsy to care much.”
A boisterous group came in and settled in the lounge. Suddenly, it got way too loud and annoying in the little bar area.
“Ugh.” She shot the group a glare. “It was so nice in here until now.”
He scanned the crowd, instinctively sizing up the newcomers and making threat assessments. They looked human. Mostly men in their twenties and thirties. None appeared to be demons, butter’taceonever did. And Logan’s internal demon detector only worked when he sensed a threat, so he wouldn’t know if a demon in a human suit was present anyway.
But one of the males had the look of a shapeshifter, with serious, vulturous eyes that didn’t match his affable manner. He was probably just trying to fit in with his human friends, but Logan made a mental note to keep an eye on that guy.
And, yeah, he knew he was being paranoid, but he didn’t care. He didn’t like crowds. His aversion to large groups of people was yet another carryover from the tragedy at the theme park that had killed a child and torn apart a family.
As he turned back to Eva, a warning tingle skated over the back of his neck. Instantly, he froze, moving only his eyes as he searched for the reason his demon detector had activated.
And then he saw it.
Sawher.
Son of a bitch.
Lilith.
Casually, and keeping his voice low, he stood. “Let’s go someplace quieter.” He tossed five hundred euros onto the table and swiped up the bottle of wine and his glass.
Eva gathered her things and hurried after him. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing.” He forced himself to walk slowly, more to blend with the crowd than to let Eva catch up. “Just tired of the noise. The band’s terrible. How about your room?”
“There’s no band. And that’s a little forward, don’t you think?”
