In the elevator it’s me, him, and a gaggle of Human agents standing behind us.
“Did you know?” he asks under his breath, staring ahead at the doors.
My heart plummets. He’s talking about what the geneticist revealed about hybrids having children. I have no clue how, but I’m certain of it. “No.”
His jaw shifts from side to side.
In the network’s lobby, a valet timidly approaches him. “Sir, your car is waiting outside.”
Koen’s eyebrow, the one dissected by scars, arches at an angle that clearly states
I’ve never been called Sir before, and it better not happen again. I turn my head to hide a smile, and that’s when I hear it.
“- the gall of coming here and forcing Secret Service agents to guard her. Like we won’t be first in line to get rid of her.” The man in black behind us is mumbling in his buddy’s direction. Low enough not to be overheard- if Koen and I were Humans.
But we aren’t. And the agent is apparently that stupid, because he continues, “Can’t believe her fucking kind.”
I spin, ready to politely request that he repeat it to my face, but Koen wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me into the hard heat of his body. From the outside, it probably looks like a playful, affectionate gesture. I take it for what it is: a firm command not to kill.
“Not with an audience this big, at least,” he murmurs lightly against the shell of my ear. Without letting go of me, he uncoils to his full height. “Listen, bud,” he tells the men, at once easygoing and assertive.
This is Koen, being in charge, herding people, straightening spines. I wonder if the agents know he’s an Alpha. For me, it’s impossible to miss. Those eyes. His overpowering scent. How difficult it is to tell him anything approaching no. “I don’t like her kind, either. Do I think she should have come here? Fuck no.”
The agent blinks. I can almost hear his skin break into goose bumps.
“Women? They belong in the kitchen.
I don’t, though.” I can’t see Koen’s face, but the smile in his voice is bloodcurdling. “I get around. Would you like to apologize to the lady, or would you like to learn what that means?”
The man’s scent is pure terror, mixed with a drop of shame. He started shit but doesn’t want to lose face in front of his colleagues. “Is this a threat?”
“If you have to ask, I must be doing something wrong.” Koen shifts me and hooks me at his side. The agent’s friend- older and clearly wiser- takes about five steps back and reaches for his weapon.
So does every other person in the lobby.
Koen ignores them all. “You have two options, shitmuncher. You can apologize to the lady this very instant, or you can wait till later to be fucked up. Your choice. And don’t worry, I won’t be disappointed either way.”
“I’m not afraid of your animals. Send them after me, and see what- “
“Whoa.
Highly offensive. Whatever have I done to make you think that I wouldn’t kill you myself?”
Something in Koen’s tone must alert the man that this is no joke. His throat bobs. His cheek tics. After a few seconds of angry deliberation, he hisses at me, “I’m sorry.”
My shoulders slump in relief.
“Not that hard, was it?” Koen beams. He holds out his hand, grasping the other man’s in a friendly, peacekeeping shake that lasts less than a second. “Careful, buddy. Looks like you hurt yourself.”
The man lifts his arm, puzzled to find thick red blood streaming down his pale flesh, past his wrists and into the sleeve of his suit. He seems to be unable to grasp what just happened, and I don’t blame him, because neither can I- at least, until I notice the two vertical cuts slicing his wrist. They are claw shaped. Deep. And they run parallel to the long vein in his inner arm.
In fact, they barely missed it.
“If you make any more comments about this girl over here and I find out,” Koen says, too low for anyone but the three of us to hear, “it’ll be your throat.”
I shiver. The man breathes hard, clutching his wrist to his chest.
“Show me you understood.”
He nods quickly.
“Very good. C’mon, Serena.” Koen’s arm wraps around my shoulder. “I need you to make me a sandwich.”
I let him lead me to the door, feeling as though I’m moving through water. “Koen?”
“Hmm?”
“What just happened?”
“You gave an interview that stuck a bull’s- eye on your back, despite my repeatedly stated and very valid objections.”
“No, I meant- ” Stepping outside is like walking into a wall made of screams. Unsurprisingly, my presence here has attracted a crowd big enough that the network busted out the VIP barriers.
“- abomination- “
“- never forget what the Weres did to my people- “
“- liar, you’re a liar- “
“- blessed with the power of blood and the blood of power, the flesh will be reborn and take new shapes- “
The last one is my personal favorite. Koen’s, too, judging from how his pupils turn into slits.
But there are half a dozen
We love you, Serena, you’re so brave, you’re still one of us signs, and I smile at their owners as Koen pushes me forward and opens the passenger door of the car for me.
He grabs the edge of the roof to protect my head. When I slip onto the seat, he leans against the door and says into my ear, “You did good in there, killer.”
The shrieks, the interview, the man bleeding in the lobby- it all becomes background noise.
I look up at him. Don’t bother hiding my smile. “High praise.”
“Didn’t say you did great,” he mutters, closing the door after me.
We do have sandwiches for dinner, but Koen’s the one who ends up making them, with a little help from Ana.
His seconds like her, they have from the very start.
Traitors.
Present day
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