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“Chang.” I cocked my head. “Sorry to crash in like this…sounded like serious stuff. Am I interrupting?”
Chang had an innate courtesy. He’d brush it off. Of course not. How are you, would you like some tea—
To my surprise, the only response he made initially was to sigh.
It was a soft, heavy sigh, one that carried a world of weariness. “I had to call a family up north with grim news. An awful sort of call to make.”
“I…” I stopped for a moment. “I’m sorry. Are there…problems?”
An odd question to ask, maybe, but the look on Chang’s face wasn’t one that spoke of somebody who’d lived to see a ripe old age and then died peacefully in his sleep.
From the corner of his eye, he watched me. There was a strange expression to his features, as though he wanted to say something, but then he sighed and said, “No. Sit. I’ll fix tea. You’ll tell me why you’re here.”
There was no point in arguing.
Chang had fallen back on his role of courtesy.
There was no getting out of it now—and no chance of tugging out any details about that phone call, either.
I waited until I had my tea in hand—tea was a personal addiction of mine, almost as bad as the soaps and lotions and other girly things I bought obsessively. Breathing in the sweet and spicy scent, I sighed. I doctored it with sugar and cream. I liked my tea, with just a little more sugar than most people. Or a lot more sugar.
“How you can drink it that way confounds me,” Chang said. “I keep trying to break you of that habit, but it doesn’t work.”
“To each their own.” I shrugged and took my first sip. Perfect.
Chang had a look of amusement and revulsion on his face.
“When you spend a good ten years of your life scrapping just to get enough water and food to fill the hole in your belly, you develop odd cravings.” I shrugged it off.
Chang’s eyes fell away.
I scowled inwardly, wished I hadn’t said anything. I’d dealt with more abuse in my life than most people had ever heard of—I’d come to grips with what my family had done and generally dealt with it, in my own unique sort of way.
Sometimes, I was even able to not be ashamed of it. But it made other people uncomfortable. Honestly, that’s just plain stupid to me—it happened to me—if I can deal with it, then why can’t they?
But then I had to deal with people looking away, or lapsing into silence…or just…fading away.
“Sorry,” I said, my voice tense.
“Why?” Chang said quietly.
I stared at him, opened my mouth—then snapped it shut. “Fuck it. Never mind.”
But he was too insightful, by far. Unlike many shifters I knew, he didn’t just go by what his senses told him. He looked at people. Saw beneath the surface. Sometimes, he saw so deep, it pissed me off.
“I’m not aggravated with you for speaking of your childhood,” he said softly. “In a way, it…humbles me. I know you don’t always speak freely of your past, Kit.”
The languid way he moved couldn’t be called pacing, not by any means.
But Chang rarely made wasted moves and the way he moved from the window at the back of his office to his wall of weapons then to his desk to straighten the non-existent clutter there before repeating the circuit was nothing but wasted movement. And it was done with all the elegance, grace and speed he did everything else with. “At the same time, the thought that any soul could treat a child as I know you were treated makes me…”
He looked up.
For the first time in all the time I’d known him, I saw a faint glow roll across his eyes.
The flash was gone so fast, I couldn’t even place it—just a glow of color too light to belong in that dark gaze, and then it was gone. “It angers me. Children should be treasured.”
“That’s how the world works sometimes.”
His eyes held mine. “And sometimes, the world sucks.”
“I’ve found myself thinking that a lot lately.”
“Yet another reason I like you, Kit. You are a wise woman.”
At that, I snorted. “I’m a lot of things—wise isn’t one of them.”
He chuckled and the tension in the air passed. He returned to his seat and faced me. “Let’s discuss why you’re here. Not that I’m not delighted to see you, of course.”
He’d never say it, but I suspected he had things to do, secrets to pass on and people who needed to kill or be killed.
That was his job, after all.
Since I respected that, I didn’t beat around the bush.
“I’m tracking down—or trying to track down—some information. I could use your help.”
He arched a brow as he lifted his tea cup to his lips.
He’d help if he could. I knew that. Just like I knew he’d stonewall me if he couldn’t.
“NHs are disappearing. I need to know about any shifters who have gone missing…specifically some in Georgia. I need information and if anybody has it, it’s you.”
The cup froze at his mouth.
Without taking a sip, he lowered it. Then he put it down and moved behind his desk to stare out the window. “Who have you been talking to, Kit?”
I started to move my knee back and forth. “Am I going to sound terribly childish if I say I asked you first?”
“Sound as childish as you want. But you’re more likely to get answers from me if you cooperate.” His eyes narrowed ever so slightly. Then a faint smile appeared on his face. “You can always ask Damon. However, if you wanted to do that, you would have. You often end up in messes that worry him, a fact I’m sure you’re aware of. This is likely why you came to me instead.”
“You’re telling me this because…” I drummed my fingers on the arm of the chair as I stared at him.
“Only two people possess the information you’re looking for—or possess an in-depth knowledge of it. That I know of. Damon hasn’t spoken to you—he wouldn’t, not about this. If somebody has spoken to you…” He let the words trail off.
“If you’re worried my source might be behind these disappearances, you can draw your claws back in, Chang.”
“My claws aren’t out.” A brow lifted. “Yet.”
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