already.”
“I’m sorry, sir, but I don’t know what you mean?”
“My granddaughter is bonded to a Clan Boy.”
“Congratulations, sir,” Piper said.
Dee was surprised by the lack of irony in his tone. She’d also finally tumbled on to what he was getting at.
“We’re in need of someone with psychic abilities that are different than ours,” she told Ben Lancer.
“Domini’s with a security client right now,” Lancer answered. “We don’t make a habit of interrupting our bodyguards when they’re on a job.”
Dee thought he was being stubbornly protective of his granddaughter. Not that she blamed him. He’d allowed some scary folk into his home during this crisis in the paranormal community. That was good of him, but he wouldn’t want his granddaughter brought into the line of fire.
“I only wish to speak with her,” Piper said. “Perhaps she can tell me something about the future.”
“She never sees too far into the future,” Lancer said.
“That’s what I’m looking for.”
“And she never sees anything important.”
Dee spoke before Piper could get a word in. “If we could talk to her we might discover something important in her visions. Tobias has one of his feelings, and we’ve been assigned to look into it.”
Invoking Tobias’s name had the desired effect. Lancer gave them a cellphone number where they could reach his granddaughter, and wished them luck before leaving the house.
* * *
Ben Lancer’s granddaughter agreed to meet them in a parking lot at 10:30 in the morning. She pointed out that she was a bodyguard with a body to guard and couldn’t give them more than a few minutes.
They took one of the Dark Angels’ black SUVs and drove to the rendezvous from Malibu. Windshield wipers swishing away drops from a cool December rain was the only sound, as neither spoke during the drive.
Jake kept his hands tightly on the wheel, his attention on the heavy traffic and wet road. He knew he appeared perfectly calm, he’d certainly had plenty of practice, but his other senses went crazy with being so close to Dee McCoy. He’d never been alone with her before. For a Tribe Prime there was only one reason to be alone with a mortal female. He fought down the urge to fantasize, but it was difficult. Her spicy aroma was concentrated aphrodisiac within the closeness of the car interior. And whether she knew it or not, the muskiness of arousal added a dark undertone to her already tantalizing scent.
Tobias, my leader, how could you do this to me?
He wondered if the witch was as disturbed as he was. He also resented that she had the outlet of spending the drive time thumbing out texts and sending emails on her smartphone.
Jake waited until he brought the SUV to a stop in the designated parking lot and turned off the engine before he said, “I hope you haven’t spent your time gossiping with your friends.”
* * *
“No!” Dee snapped at the vampire as she turned to face him. She was too honest not to say, “Okay, one was a text to Saffron, but I was sending out requests for any information the witch community might have on weirdnesses.”
“That’s how you phrased it, weirdnesses ? Is that an actual word?”
She’d been doing what she could to ignore Piper while still being proactive on this assignment. She’d never spent any time alone with Piper before, and certainly never this close. It was very—disconcerting.
“Yes,” she answered. Dee put the phone away. “Now we wait for any answers.”
He looked out the water-spattered windshield. “Now we wait for our medium to arrive.”
“Have you seen Domini Reynard? She’s at least five foot nine. There’s nothing medium about that girl.”
“Reynard?” The named sounded like it had a bad taste to Piper. “Clan Reynard.”
“Ben Lancer did tell you Domini is bonded to a Clan Boy.”
Piper said nothing else, but Dee was aware of the new tension. She thought there were things he wanted to say. Maybe he’d had