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No one said anything. Philip turned to Eva. “Eva?”
“By the time Keeley and I got into the cafeteria, it was over. I didn’t see anything, sir.”
“Sig started it,” Benji blurted, ignoring Sig’s glare. “He started mouthing off about DART being responsible for Robert Lynch’s death in Boston.”
Philip swore under his breath. “Who threw the first punch?”
“Their guy. Noah,” Mason said. “It went to hell after that.”
“Okay, let me convene the Elders. Hold tight. I’ll get back to you as soon as I can. Stay safe.” His feed died, and he winked out.
“Man, we’re fucked,” Mason said.
Eva peeked out the window and let out a strangled curse. Two people she recognized from DART were moving toward the building, their heads on swivels, their eyes scouring every stone and blade of grass. The cat scurried into a bush.
“It’s DART,” she whispered. “We’rereallyfucked.”
“I swear, Sig, I’m going to beat your ass if we survive this.” Carlos rushed over and looked out. “Pretty sure the big dude is a werewolf. The back door,” he snapped. “Everyone. Now! If we get separated, we meet at Ashford House in Ghent. And get the silver ends of your stangs ready. Werewolves don’t die easily, even in human form.”
Chapter Fifteen
In all her life, Eva had never been as afraid as she was right now. She ran with the group, ducking in and out of alleys and blending in with the crowds of tourists and festivalgoers.
“This way,” Sig called out, gesturing to a taxi van down the street. “Hurry!”
They scrambled after him, doing their best to move quickly but without drawing attention. Eva cursed when a horse-drawn carriage cut her off, and she had to stop, trapped between the conveyance and a herd of people exiting a chocolate shop.
Suddenly, a hand came down on her elbow, and she nearly screamed.
“Eva? Eva Tennant?”
She wheeled around, hand clenched around her stang inside her tote, expecting to come face-to-face with a DART demon or something. Instead, a smiling fifty-something woman carrying several shopping bags greeted her.
“Oh, my gosh, it’s you! Can I get a selfie?”
Her companion, a woman with twice as many bags, looked her up and down before exclaiming, “Itisyou. I saw in the news that you were here on some kind of exchange program with DART.”
“Ah, yes…” Eva kept moving, but her colleagues were already loading into the van. “Yes. I’m sorry, I have to go—”
Sig closed the sliding door, and the taxi pulled away from the curb—without her. Thosejerks.
Holy shit, she was in trouble. Panic frayed the edges of her control, threatening to send her spiraling into paralysis. She’d always rallied easily under pressure, but right now, her brain raced, and the noise all around her was deafening.
“You have no idea how much I’ve been looking forward to your updates.”
“You’re so much prettier in person.”
“I hear Jennifer is stepping down. Are you going to be the next Aegis Chief Spokesperson?”
She blinked at the women. “What?”
Their confused expressions grounded her a little, enough to take a deep breath and plaster on a shaky smile. She was supposed to be representing The Aegis, and these people were taking pictures and videos. It wouldn’t look good if she was panting and acting squirrelly.
“Oh, I really am sorry,” she said. “I’m on my way to a meeting. I’m sure you’ll be hearing about how The Aegis and DART exchange is goingverysoon, and—”
Logan.
Oh, dear God. He was parting the crowd like a crocodile through water, his gaze dark and fixed on hers. His shoulders rolled under a fitted black tee, and his biceps flexed as he clenched and unclenched his fists.
