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“Okay, let’s give it a try.” Kynan tapped on his comms unit, and Logan’s beeped. “That’s the direct number to the Elders. You’ll tell the person who answers who you want to talk to, and they’ll either connect you or they won’t. They’re assholes.”
“Thanks. I’ll let you know how it goes.” Logan ducked into a vacant office next to the interrogation room and propped his hip against the dusty desk. He looked down at the number. It pulsed on his watch screen like a heartbeat.
Shit. Was he really going to do this? Was hereallygoing to contact his ex after more than a decade and have a conversation that was already inherently volatile? He’d hated her for a long time, and it had actually been Draven who’d pulled him out of the dark place he’d gone after she shredded his heart.
He’d healed, but the hurt and betrayal had left one hell of a scar.
By the time he tapped the number to dial the Elders, his mouth was as parched as the Scorched Wastes in Sheoul’s Horun region.
Not that he’d ever been there. But he’d heard his aunt and uncles talking about it.
A virtual screen popped up from his comms, and a middle-aged woman with frosty gray eyes and a severe blond bun stared at him from what he guessed was her office. “To whom may I direct your call?”
“Maja Weso.”
She looked down and typed something. “And you are?”
“Logan. Logan Thanatos.”
Her eyes skipped up and flared wide before she put on the cool mask again. “Is she expecting your summons, Mr. Thanatos?”
“It’s just Logan. And she’s definitely not expecting this.”
“One moment please.” The screen went black.
Logan fully sat down on the desktop, his gut churning more than it should be. What if Maja rejected his call?
What if she didn’t?
He took a deep breath and thought about Eva in the other room. How close had she been to the two dead Guardians? And how involved was she in the deaths of DART’s two dead agents? Witnesses had pinned the shooting on Sig, and Logan was inclined to believe Eva’s story about Sig possessing the weapon illegally because the guy was a world-class douche. But how much did she support what he’d done? How far had she gone—and would she go—to protect him?
The screen flickered, and his heart did the same as Maja materialized in front of him. She looked like he remembered, still wearing her thick brown hair tucked behind her ears, her wispy bangs sweeping at the edges of her green eyes. The years had sculpted her cheekbones and jawline a little more, making her even more striking. Figured. She couldn’t have a missing tooth or a few wrinkles?
“Hello, Logan,” she said, her gaze wary but not glowing with blistering hate. He hoped he could pull off the same.
“Maja.”
There was a heartbeat of awkward silence. Then, “You look good,” she said. “You haven’t aged a day.”
He didn’t know if that was a dig at his immortality, but he figured he’d play along. “Ditto.”
She gave a skeptical snort. “Flattering, but you literally stopped aging at what…twenty-five?”
“Give or take a year,” he said with a shrug.
Her lips, glistening with fresh pink gloss, thinned into a hard line. She still didn’t like hearing the truth. “Since you’re calling from a DART comms signature, I assume you work for them. I should have known. And I assume you’re calling about the incident.”
“Incident.” Unbelievable. “Your people killed two of ours.”
“And your people killed two of ours,” she shot back. “We’re even.”
“Oh, come on, Maja.” Anger, fresh and hot, sparked from the cold, dead ashes of their relationship. “It’s not even, and you know it. But we can prevent more deaths. Draven won’t stop until he finds everyone involved.”
“Draven? As in, the Draven you roomed with in college? He’s a demon?” She let out a bitter laugh. “Of course, he is. I don’t know why I didn’t put that together when you told me who you were.”
She’d probably been too busy trying to kill Logan to consider Draven’s demonic status.
“Look, I know you hate me—”
