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fist.
    “What the hell was that?”
    “We need to report.” Killian faded.
    Furious, Storm couldn’t believe he’d left her without an explanation. The hairs on her arms stood up as his power surrounded her and she felt herself disintegrate then come back to form.
    “Fu—”
    “Storm, as always it is interesting to see you,” someone with a silky, masculine voice said behind her.
    She turned and glared at Christos Shalamr, the head of the Phoenix Intelligence Agency. “I’ll be with you in a second.” She returned her attention to Killian. “We’re going to talk about what happened. Soon.”
    Killian didn’t reply or acknowledge what she’d said. She clenched her fist again then lifted her hand and pushed her hair behind her ear. Killian watched the movement and, although his expression didn’t change, Storm felt he was trying not to laugh. She blew out a breath and turned to face Christos. The amusement on his face was plain to see.
    “To what do I owe this pleasure?” Christos looked between Storm and Killian. “The partnership between you two looks good. M—”
    “Christos,” Killian said warningly.
    Storm watched the two men—she was unsure about the undertones in their conversation.
    Christos smiled then inclined his head. “I’ll leave it for now, my friend.”
    Storm knew they were best friends and chalked it up to something private between them.
    “We had a run-in with Blagden.”
    Christos’ smile faded and he leaned forward. “And you didn’t call for back-up.”
    It was a statement and Storm winced at the sharpness of his tone.
    “It wasn’t necessary.” Killian shrugged. “I had it handled. That was until Storm came and interfered.”
    “That better not be a reprimand I hear in your tone.” Storm glared at Killian. “I made it possible for you to get A’rm Ageddon.”
    “You have A’rm Ageddon?” Christos said sharply.
    Killian inclined his head and Storm felt the pressure in the air increase as power filled the area. In moments, A’rm Ageddon’s floating form came into view. It was in that moment that Storm realized Killian had shielded her from everyone. Christos rose and walked over to her. Storm was surprised at the pain on Christos’ face.
    “They were friends at one time. Like he is with Eve,” Killian said in a low voice.
    Christos touched A’rm Ageddon’s shoulder and she disappeared. He glanced at them. “Eve will take care of securing her sister.”
    Storm staggered as a wash of pain filled the air, cutting off her breath. She gasped, dropping, but Killian caught her and held her up as the overwhelming agony took over. Storm sensed all the empathic beings in the building collapse under the power of the anguish. Killian tightened his hold on her as she was bombarded by grief.
    “Eve, control yourself,” Christos roared, his voice echoing throughout the building.
    As suddenly as it had hit her, it faded.
    Storm moaned, rubbing her temple. “You should have warned her first.”
    “I didn’t think of it.” There was regret in Christos’ voice.
    Storm blinked to clear her vision and watched him. Christos was hiding it better, but she sensed the pain coursing through him was almost as intense as Eve’s.
    “Are you okay, Storm?” He knelt beside them and gripped her shoulder.
    Since Christos’ brother had previously been married to Allure, her niece, he was family. She treated him as such and placed her hand on his cheek.
    “Are you okay?”
    Christos blinked and sighed, turning his head and pressing a kiss against her palm. “I will be.”
    Killian growled deep in his throat. Storm frowned at the rumbling then looked at him.
    “What is your problem?”
    “He’s touching you.”
    “And I’m touching him. I touch people.” Storm deliberately rubbed her hand along Christos’ face. “What is with you?”
    Killian rose and pulled her back from Christos, then slung his hand over her shoulder, pulling her against his side. Christos chuckled and