Nix. (Den of Mercenaries Book 3)(88)

She wanted to hold onto her anger, but Kit had a way with words—a way that had her letting go of the momentary anger she felt toward him.

“I think I’ve told you before that I can take care of myself.”

“Undoubtedly, but you don’t always have to—that’s my job.”

How could she possibly argue with that?

“Now, are you going to tell me what happened, or should I find out from another source?”

“If I do,” Luna said chewing on her lip, “you have to drop the detail and actually keep your word that you’ll stay clear.”

Kit looked like he wanted to argue further, but didn’t. “Go on, then.”

She wouldn’t tell him everything, she decided, just the curious bits. “The guy I was looking for … he knew me.”

Kit shrugged. “I imagine many do.”

“He was there,” Luna rephrased. “At the warehouse where I was kept. I remembered his voice—he was one of the ones that got me out when the place went up in flames.”

“Did he tell you this?” When Luna nodded, he then asked, “What else did he say?”

“He didn’t really get to say much else before someone shot him—apologized, a lot though.”

“If he did what he said, he should have apologized.”

Luna was inclined to agree … but it still didn’t make sense why he had thought Uilleam would send her after him—unless the Kingmaker knew something about her kidnapping that she didn’t.

Had he found the answer she had been looking for all these years?

Sure, she had moved past that time I her life, but she hadn’t moved on, not really. She pondered the truth constantly.

“I’m glad you weren’t hurt,” he whispered a moment before kissing her forehead.

She sighed, laying her head against his chest. “Someone else was looking for him too—I forgot to mention that to Z when I saw him. But I don’t think it really matters because according to him, my job is done.”

“Then perhaps now you’ll let me talk you into taking a vacation.”

She smiled. “We just got back from vacation.”

“I fail to see why that matters.”

Laughing, Luna said, “Maybe. But I have to finish this first, so our plans are on hold.”

“If you insist.”

As Kit finished getting dressed, and her attention was stolen by her chiming phone, something was bothering her, but she couldn’t for the life of her figure out what it was.

At least not at first.

Not until Kit was gone from the room with a whispered goodbye and she was left in silence.

It was the silence that put the pieces together.

When Uilleam was shot and she was with him, Kit had sent the Wild Bunch in to retrieve her and take her to a safe house, and she hadn’t even been the target of the assault.

Yet, he hadn’t seemed fazed at all by the events of the day.

And even if he had taken extra security measures to ensure that nothing happened to her, why hadn’t his security shown their face?

Something wasn’t adding up.





Chapter Twenty-One





She was too curious, his Luna.

Kit had seen it in the stubborn tilt of her jaw when she walked away from him. Sure, she was agreeing with him verbally, but she wasn’t going to let this go, not when she still had questions.

But it didn’t matter, not when Andrei had been the last loose string.

Kit had become a master at keeping secrets, what was one more?

Once he was dressed, Kit left his bedroom, only to come up short when Fang appeared in the hallway, a tight smile on his face as he nodded at whatever Aidra was saying to him as she walked in the opposite direction.

“My office,” Kit said without looking at him, already heading in that direction. He knew what the man had come to say, but he didn’t want their conversation to be overheard.

“I know you said no witnesses,” Fang said the moment they were closed away in the soundproof room. “But I figured you would make an exception.”

Kit didn’t laugh. “Did she see you?”

“I think you would know by now if she had,” Fang suggested, digging his hands into his pockets.

“Or anything of yours? You’ve turned her into a bit of a motorcycle enthusiast. I’m sure she would have noticed yours had you parked it around.”

“Found a truck.”

Meaning he stole a truck, but Kit didn’t care about that little detail. “In any case, I’ve told her that I had you following her for the time being, so should she ever mention it, that’s your story.”

“Understood.”

Kit’s gaze drifted to the monitor on his desk, depicting seven different video feeds of the grounds. Nothing was out of the ordinary, not until a fleet of black SUVs came into view.

“Are the others here as well?” Kit asked Fang, though not taking his gaze off the screen.

“Yeah, why?”

“It seems my brother has come to pay me a visit.”

Kit didn’t arm himself as he left his office—though he was partly glad that he’d decided to put on his vest before dressing. There was no telling what his brother would do now that he was here.