Page 14 of Short, Lethal & Claimed

“He’s a shifter,”Logan said as Jill stepped back and took a step towards the hallway only to feel the chain instantly go lax on her again, letting her know that the floor was probably lined with sensors.

“Good to know,” Jill murmured absently as she made her way down the long hallway, only to pause to explore a bathroom, an empty linen closet, and three empty bedrooms before she turned around and made her way back to the living room.

“You want to tell me what he did to piss you off?”Logan asked as she made her way to the stairs.

“Not really, no,” Jill said as she caught the unmistakable scent of chlorine. “Where are you?”

“Miss me, Angel?”Logan asked as she made her way down a small hallway and into a large room with a pool that took up most of the room and noted that the back wall was lined with the same black shades as the ones downstairs.

“Just want to know how long I have to escape,” Jill said, slowly making her way around the large pool as a soft hum filledthe room followed by a click as the black shade slowly began to recede, leaving behind an unbelievable view of Central Park below.

“You’re not worried about the men I have guarding the door?”Logan asked as Jill turned around and made her way back the way she came, dragging her chain behind her as she went.

“That depends,” Jill said as she made her way downstairs.

“On?”Logan drawled as she made her way to the kitchen, absently noting that the black shades were gone, and began searching the drawers and cabinets only to find a single row of glasses, a refrigerator filled with bagged blood, a notepad on the counter, and nothing else.

“Write down what you need and I’ll have my men get it for you.”

“How many men are stationed at the door and what are they?” Jill asked as she gave up her search of the kitchen and made her way down the hallway, past an empty dining room, another bathroom, and finally, to a large bedroom at the end of the hallway.

“Two demons,”Logan admitted, which wasn’t exactly helpful. She knew how to deal with vampires and shifters, but with demons, she could be dealing with anything.

“Are you going to tell me how to get past them?” Jill asked, taking in the only other room in the penthouse that was furnished.

“And make this easy? I would never forgive myself,”Logan drawled as Jill took in the leather chair in the corner, the large bed in the middle of the room and the bureau before shifting her focus to the three doors in the room.

Jill noted the cameras mounted on the walls as she made her way to the first door and opened it to find a large bathroom with what looked like Logan’s toiletries on the counter. Wondering ifone of those items in question was a razor, Jill moved to take a closer look only to sigh when her chain stopped her.

Turning around, Jill made her way back into the bedroom and headed for the next door. She opened it to find it filled with expensively tailored suits and nothing that she could use at the moment. Closing the door, Jill headed for the next door only to have her chain once again go taut, letting her know everything that she needed to know.

She needed to get her hands on whatever was behind that door.

“So, what’s the plan?” Jill asked as she made her way back to the living room.

“Revenge. What else?”Logan said while Jill debated her next move.

“And where do I fit in this revenge scheme of yours?” Jill asked as her gaze shifted back down to the cuff wrapped around her ankle.

“You don’t,”Logan said, taking her by surprise.

“Meaning?” Jill asked as she took another look around the living room only to go still at his next words.

“That as soon as I figure out how to remove my mark from your neck, I’m handing you back to the Sentinels.”

CHAPTER 8

Four months Later

Prince, Maine

The asshole was lying, Logan thought, struggling to bite back a wince as the bullet that fragmented in his lung continued to make its way out of his body. He exhaled as his broken ribs clicked back into place and slowly began to mend themselves while he stood there, running Kale’s words through his head again.

Elizabeth never would have crawled into his bed.

She never would have fucking begged Kale for anything and he couldn’t fucking believe that he was standing there, thinking about that night when he went to look for her in her room only to find her bed empty. For more than eight hundred years, he’d lashed out at the shifter, taking his anger out on his one-time best friend, but he’d never been able to make himself go through with it, telling himself that the bastard didn’t deserve a quick death, and now…

The asshole was out of his reach forever.

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