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tell her.
    “When you asked Foy that question. The one about making a
mistake with you, what did you mean?” Braxton took a swig of his beer.
    “Wow. Look at you. Downright chatty today.”
    Jonah looked out the window. He’d talk about this with
Christian—hell, the sad truth was he’d probably dump the whole thing on Mindy
because he had no filter where she was concerned—but on Braxton? Did they have
that kind of relationship? He’d brought it up in front of his fellow
blood-oathed brother. Did that mean he had obligations now to share with him?
    “Look, never mind, I thought you might want to talk, but I
really don’t have to…”
    “I’ll tell if you tell.” Jonah sat forward. “Why are you
here? Why did Foy call you from San Francisco?”
    “All right.” Braxton stretched his hands over his head. “You
first.”
    “I asked Foy if he’d made a mistake with me because I don’t
have any special powers to speak of. All of you can do something and I’m really
ordinary.” He shrugged as if it were no big deal. Jonah could only expose his
soft underbelly so far. “So I thought maybe he’d made an error in choosing me.”
    “Master Foy doesn’t make mistakes like that.” A muscle ticked
in Braxton’s jaw and Jonah wondered what that signified. Why would his question
have gotten the other man so tense?
    “He makes errors.” Jonah knew he should probably not push
this. They never insulted their Master. He’d given them all purpose. Jonah
would die for him if need be. But he couldn’t let Braxton’s statement go
unchallenged. “He picked the wrong woman and look what happened to him.”
    Braxton nodded, looking away from Jonah. Silence descended
on the room. When Braxton went silent there was little to do about it.
    Still, they’d made an agreement. “Why did Foy call you back
from San Francisco?”
    Braxton stood up from the table. He looked down at Jonah
when he spoke. “Sorry, brother, I really have no idea.”
    * * * * *
    Every step Jonah took tugged at his stitches and he knew he
should be sitting down somewhere watching daytime television. Only, he needed
to see Mindy. A nagging feeling had started in the back of his neck. What had
that morning been about? She’d obviously shown up for a reason.
    At noon, she should be working the desk. He knew her
schedule because he made sure to come through the door around lunch time every
day to lay eyes on her. In the beginning, he pretended it was out of some sort
of sense of duty to keep her safe. He’d been responsible for her getting hurt
in Austin and he’d brought her to Chicago so she could train in self-defense
with the best teachers he knew.
    Now, however, he didn’t delude himself anymore. He came
through that door at noon because he wanted to see her. Badly. And seeing her daily,
smelling her perfume and being in her presence brought him a modicum of relief
from his dangerously forming obsession for her.
    What would he do when she started dating again? That was
bound to happen. Her boyfriend had been murdered in front of her. How long was
the waiting time to date again after a man you were going to break up with is
killed while you’re strapped to a chair? Maybe he could ask someone.
    Entering the room, he stopped abruptly, jarring his
stitches. Mindy wasn’t sitting where she was supposed to be. Debrah, a very
nice elderly woman who lived in the neighborhood and usually helped with the
books, sat in Mindy’s chair instead.
    Jonah put on his most charming smile. He’d learned how to
fake a mood from the queen of deception, his mother. Most of the time he tried
to avoid this part of himself.
    “Hi, Deb.”
    She grinned back. Sixty, with gray roots and brown hair, her
face held no wrinkles. None of the women in Foy’s neighborhood ever seemed to
age at all. He might suspect witchcraft, but it was just plastic surgery.
    “Jonah. You are looking very fit.” Deb had told him outright
the year before that her bed would always be