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Mitchell sighed. There wasn't anyway Mitchell would be a househusband. He could have some type of job and take care of Seryn all at once. But was he too far gone to have a legal job?We'll talk about it later.
He had to concentrate.
It took him twice as long to unlock the door as it should have. He sighed and shook his head. He stood and pushed it open just in time to hear footsteps. He pulled the door closed and waited.
Whoever was in the house couldn't see them because of Seryn, but his bodily response didn't get the memo. His heart went wild in his chest. He fought the urge to hold his breath because he knew it wouldn't do any good.
Seryn gently pushed him against the house. Mitchell wasn't completely out of sight, but he was hidden in the shadows enough to not be seen. And then Seryn plastered on one of his fake smiles and let go of Mitchell, which meant Mitchell was visible. But Seryn wasn't.
Seryn opened the door, pushing it softly to make it seem as if the door just opened on its own. As if it wasn't latched.
"What the hell?" It was a woman's voice, but she wasn't close to the door. She might have been on the other side of the room. She didn't sound scared, rather she seemed suspicious.
Seryn slipped inside. Mitchell could see him reach into his duster and pulled out a knife. The blade was long, nine inches maybe, and it was wide. He waited just inside.
The woman had short, dark hair. It was longer on top and shaved close along the bottom. She was pretty in a masculine way. She wore a suit with a gun peeking from her jacket. She scanned the area, but not well enough to see Mitchell standing there.
The door shut, and Mitchell heard the lock click into place.
He stiffened, not liking that Seryn was inside, alone with her. His protective instincts kicked in, which was ridiculous. It was Seryn who was the most capable person Mitchell had ever met in his life and Seryn wasn't the first hitman/assassin he'd met. He knew a couple, although the others were low-level criminals. More like Mitchell. Seryn was way out of his league in a lot of ways, and his level of sophisticated crime was just one of them.
Seryn came up behind her and held the knife to her throat. Mitchell heard him speak. The sound was muffled by the door, but still audible. "How many guards?"
"Four." She didn't hesitate to answer, and she didn't sound as if she feared Seryn or the knife. But she held still. None of it would save her life, but it would prolong it.
"Where?"
"Security room. Front door. Upper level, and one more on this level."
"Unlock the door."
She complied, but balked when Seryn started pushing her outside. He must have pressed the knife to her throat because she stumbled.
She still didn't see Mitchell, even when Seryn pushed her about a yard away. Their backs were to him.
Mitchell didn't move. He'd wait until Seryn finished.
"Your mistake was not having a guard outside." Seryn's arms moved, but it was to get a gun. Instead of slicing her neck, he shot her in the head.
Seryn let go of her.I didn't want the others to see her body.
Good thinking, baby.
When Mitchell started to go inside, Seryn held his arm, tugging on it. Mitchell stopped. Seryn pointed to himself and then the door, showing he wanted to go in first, which made more sense considering he was the guy with the skill.
Mitchell nodded and followed Seryn inside.
They entered the living room. The light from the pool lit the room enough for them to walk through. Despite that, everything was dark and moody, with heavy wood furnishings and dark fabrics.
Stay here and wait for me.Seryn nodded to a corner of the room where it was the darkest. Floor to ceiling shelving covered two walls, but the dim light didn't penetrate the edge of the shelves.
Mitchell nodded and watched as Seryn made his way out of the room. He was usually very good at getting the job done effectively. He found the worry created doubt which caused hesitation and that got him caught more times than not. He'd learned to keep the negative emotions on the back burner. But he'd never had Seryn with him while on a job. While he didn't doubt Seryn's skill, it didn't stop him from worrying like a mother hen. It was almost like when Jude had helped Mitchell break into vehicles at an event. After a while, Mitchell hadstopped taking him because he couldn't shut off the protective part of himself.
Talk to me.One benefit to being mated to a vampire warlock was being able to ask Seryn how he was. It helped to reassure him.
Two down. Two to go.
Ten minutes later, Seryn came into the room again. "We're clear. I also found Davorion's office. Since you don't want to kill Davorion, what if we searched it for some sort of evidence about the guns?"
