Page 38 of Shadowed Vows: Ghost
Nitro and Saint head toward the front of the house, their eyes scanning every corner.
"Standard sweep," Ghost explains when he catches my questioning look. "We check for surveillance and security breaches whenever we regroup at a location."
Frost nods as he grabs his case. "I'll secure the high ground." His words are economical, utilitarian, not a syllable wasted as he heads toward the stairs.
Blade moves with surprising grace for such a large man, heading toward the garage.
"I'll examine the vehicles for evidence of external tampering," he calls over his shoulder, his formal phrasing striking me as oddly specific.
My mind races, trying to piece together what's happening.
Are they expecting an attack? Or just being cautious?
Ghost's intense blue eyes lock onto mine. "Stay close," he growls, his hand hovering near the weapon at his side.
I bristle at the command but bite back a retort. Now's not the time to argue.
"What exactly are we looking for?" I ask instead, keeping my voice low.
Ghost's jaw tightens. "Anything out of place. Any sign someone's been watching us."
My body goes cold. "You think we've been compromised?"
He doesn't answer, but his silence speaks volumes.
I strain my ears, trying to catch any sound from the others as they move through the house.
"Ghost," Blade's voice crackles over a radio, startling me. "You might want to come see this."
Ghost's eyes narrow. "Stay here," he orders, then pauses. His mouth quirks in what might be amusement. "Actually, come with me. I don't want you out of my sight."
"Afraid I'll go through your underwear drawer?" I challenge, unable to resist.
His eyes darken slightly. "After last night's performance, I'd say we're well past that concern, little hellcat."
Heat rushes to my face as he leads me toward the garage, my heart pounding at the reminder of our heated encounter.
As we enter, I see Blade crouched next to Ghost's sleek matte black motorcycle. The machine sits like a predator at rest, and reminds me of the wild ride that brought us here. He must have moved it while I was sleeping.
"What is it?" Ghost demands.
Blade looks up, his expression grim. "We might have a problem."
I lean in closer, trying to see what Blade is pointing at on Ghost's motorcycle. My eyes strain, but I can't make out anything unusual.
"What am I looking at?" I whisper.
Blade's voice is low and precise. "A tracker. Highly sophisticated. Almost undetectable by standard methods."
My heart races.A tracker? On Ghost's bike?
Ghost's jaw clenches, his eyes hardening. "How did you find it?"
"Electromagnetic frequency anomaly," Blade explains. "I was conducting a routine sweep and detected an irregular pattern outside standard parameters."
I can't tear my eyes away as Ghost rakes his hand through his dark hair. Waves of tension emanate from his hulking body, making my skin prickle.
His jaw works as he examines his motorcycle, trying to piece together when someone could have planted the tracker.
