Page 10 of The Delta's Rogue
She presses her lips together and drops her chin to her chest. “Sorry,” she whispers.
I nod. It’s the only reply I trust myself to give her right now. I’m not sure I can respond without snapping or figuratively biting her head off, so I keep my mouth shut and turn back to wading through the files.
We descend into silence once more. Her eyes scan the room, and I search for something to say to switch topics but come up short. Luckily, I don’t have to find a mundane subject to chat about because Levi mindlinks me.
“We found a fresh trail.”
I sit up straighter, and Sarina whips her head to me, eyes locking on my stiffened body.
“How fresh?”
“Maybe an hour?”Levi guesses.
“They found a trail,” I say out loud to Sarina, rising to my feet.“Where is the trail?”I ask Levi as Sarina and I leave the office and head down the stairs. The security footage search can wait.
“He went inside The Black Door.”
I freeze.
“I’m not sure if or when he left.”
“Thanks,”I say.
Fuck.
My hand rests on the door leading into the club, and I shut my eyes, wrestling with myself over this lead and my next steps. I need to go to The Black Door, to see if Lennox is still there and to question the owner, but Sarina…
“Why don’t you join your friends?” I glance at her, my hand still on the swinging door. “Help them and Levi with the tracking while I check out this lead.”
“Why?” She crosses her arms. “Are you trying to get rid of me?”
I exhale through my nose and stare through the small window, watching the guests dancing and drinking. My hand curls into a fist.
“Oh my Goddess, you’re trying to get rid of me!” she exclaims with a dry laugh. “Why? What are you hiding?” She stalks closer to me and peers around my shoulder.
“Nothing.” I avoid her eyes, the denial leaving me way too fast.
She angles her head at me. “Where does the scent trail lead?”
“Another club,” I grunt. “The Black Door.”
“And you don’t want me to go there with you because…”
I swallow and swing my head towards her, dropping my hand from the door. “Because it’s a sex club.”
She blinks at me, her eyes widening slightly.
“It’s an incredibly exclusive, very private sex club for shifters and other supernaturals with specific tastes.”
“Specific tastes?”
I shove my hands in my pockets, my body entirely too tense and on edge with the direction of this conversation. “Kinks. BDSM, exhibitionism, voyeurism…”
She nods, her gaze turning inward and her brow furrowing a little. “If it’s exclusive and private, how did Lennox get in there?”
I shrug. “I don’t know. That’s what I need to find out.”
“And how will you…” Her eyes widen again, going round and as big as they can be.
