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“Isn’t your house warded?”

“If you’re skilled, you can get past them. They only work for lesser supernaturals, so I’ve never really bothered. The supernaturals I track can probably figure out a way to break any barriers that stand in their way.”

Oh, well I didn’t know that.

We walk silently to my room. Everything looks to be in place except my brush. I know what Agent Cooper said about someone coming after him, but I can’t shake the feeling that someone came to look for me instead.

“Did someone touch your stuff?” He lowers the gun before those piercing eyes stare at me.

“Yes.” I walk over to my vanity table and hover my hand over the brush. There’s an intense electrical feeling that makes my heart thump faster.

“Do you know anyone who wants to take you?” He looks strained, like it upsets him that someone would want to come for me.

“No.” Unless it’s my dead boyfriend coming back for revenge for feeding off his lust and sucking the life out of him.

He raises his gun again, and we walk to the other rooms in the house. I’m assuming they didn’t go through these rooms since Cooper doesn’t linger. After slipping out of my heels, I silently follow the agent downstairs, but the lack of stretch in my dress makes me wish I had grabbed a pair of sweats and a T-shirt. If I need to make my escape, it’s going to suck running in this dress. I’m so ready for this to be over. I just hope I come out of this night alive. I look at the clock in one of the rooms, and it says four a.m. Shit, I need sleep.

We walk through the kitchen, and I open the pantry. “What?” I look at Cooper. “I just wanted to make sure no one took my brownies.” I’d be really pissed if they did.

He rolls his eyes and keeps walking. I close the pantry and catch up to him. The only room left unchecked is his office, and as we approach the door, my hands grow sweaty. I have a feeling we’re going to find something on the other side of that door. Agent Cooper briefly faces me, and he looks angry. He doesn’t even let me in his office. He keeps it secured. I’ve tried picking the lock multiple times, but I’ve had no luck going in. Holding the pistol with one hand, he uses the other to twist the knob. My nerves are on high alert for the third time tonight. Ever since being captured, it’s been one thing after another.

He pushes the door open, and I can almost hear Agent Cooper’s erratic heartbeat. He immediately brings his other hand up as he walks in, and I follow behind him until a wall of blackness distorts my vision. I bring my hand up to my face, but I can’t see it. My body starts to shake.

“There you are,” a low, dark, and husky voice says before my worst nightmares come to life.

Chapter 18

Killian

Rhett immediately reins in his powers. “I’m so distracted by her beauty, I didn’t realize Agent Cooper could somehow bypass my magic. It’s never happened before.” Rhett’s voice is so low that only I can hear. “As soon as I realized it was her, I instantly stopped using my powers. It was half a second, but judging by the look on her face, it terrified her. I don’t want her first impression of me to be fearful.”

I nod in understanding. We only want to protect her, but our methods have the opposite effect. She gets closer to the agent, and I want to growl, especially when I look down at her barely-there outfit. My heart skips a beat as I drink her in, and my gaze lingers on every alluring curve of her body draped in black silk and sequins that glitter in the light. The shimmer in her coppery hair radiates around her luminous face, and my longing for her grows stronger. Her purple lips are slightly parted, tempting me to walk across the room and kiss them with an intensity that will leave us both breathless.

The way he’s dressed, it looks like they just came back from a party in Faerie. The fine clothing they’re both wearing speaks volumes of his status with the Faerie Court. It takes all my willpower not to stride over and take her away from the agent. Her scent draws me in, and now that she’s here, I want to grab her and never let her go. I want to look at Rhett to see if he’s having the same reaction, but my eyes are glued to hers.

Her eyes widen in surprise. Does she feel the same way we do? She flicks her eyes to Rhett and takes in his burly muscles. I know he’s flexing for her benefit, and it makes me want to chuckle. My eyes slide over to the faerie. Fuck, I hate this guy already.

“Who are you two? And what are you doing in my home?”

I stand up from the chair and walk over to my brother. “My name is Killian, and this is Rhett.” I point with my head. “We work for the Arcana Society.”

I don’t know if this guy is trigger-happy, so it’s best to keep my hands inside my pockets. My eyes flick to hers, her body stills for a moment. I wonder if she knows who we are and who we work for.

“What does the Arcana Society want with me?” he demands. Agent Cooper doesn’t relax his hold on the Glock. If anything, he grips it harder, ready to pull the trigger.

“Does she know?” Rhett asks, being very ominous, his eyes flitting to hers. He doesn’t want to frighten her any further. I don’t know if we’ve scared her to the point where she won’t talk to us.

“Does she know what?” Agent Cooper asks in a very bored and annoyed tone.

“About the people we work for?” Rhett questions.

“She’s a shifter who was cast away because she couldn’t shift.” Hearing those words again makes my blood boil. I want to go and hold her, but Agent Cooper is making it difficult for me to get to her. “She’s supernatural, of course she knows about the Arcana Society,” he mocks, and I know he doesn’t like them just as the people we work for don’t like the FBI Unit.

We couldn’t give two shits about their beef. We just do as we’re told and get paid.

“What is she doing here?” I ask the question that’s been burning me to seek an answer. If they’re not dating and he isn’t holding her hostage, why is she with him?

“It’s none of your fucking business.” Agent Cooper clenches his jaw. It seems he hates answering questions about her. “This is the last time I’m asking.” He adjusts his aim, pointing his gun at me now, and I want to tell him that this will be the second time he’s asked, but I keep my mouth shut instead. “What are you two doing in my home?”

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