seconds, as though the four of them were communicating silently about the secret that everyone in the room knew about.
Everyone but Neko.
Into the Line of Fire
“ O ur tasks are clear ,” said Kabal, the man with the reddish hair and copper eyes. His voice, like Lumen’s and Minach’s, was deep, dark and smooth. “We will, each of us, do our part when the time comes. The Four will come together, and we understand all that the Seeking entails.”
“The Seeking?” said Neko, who had now managed to remain silent for what felt like an eternity. Lumen had referred to her as a Seeker when she’d first met him. She’d assumed that it was simply an archaic term for a Hunter, but now she was beginning to have her doubts. The word seemed filled with ancient meaning that went far beyond the slaying of the occasional Lapsed.
Lumen turned to her as the others watched. No doubt they wondered how their leader would address the young woman without giving their long held secrets away.
“I’m afraid that some secrets need to remain just that, for a little at least,” he said. “What we divulge to you will depend on your desire—and willingness—to work with us. For now, trust simply that we are looking to protect London’s inhabitants, not to harm them.”
“I see,” said Neko. “And I’m to have utter faith in a room full of Dragon shifters, then?”
Minach opened his mouth to speak but Lumen raised a hand, silencing him.
“I will only tell you this, Hunter: if Controllers such as the man who hired you find a way to what we’re seeking before we do, they will become incredibly powerful. And that would be disastrous—not only for the Dragons, but for everyone. The Lapsed are nothing in comparison to the enemies you’d face then.”
Neko looked into his eyes, as always searching out answers that never quite came. The one thing that she knew—that she’d always known—was that he was sincere. More and more she was learning to trust him, difficult though it was to accept that he was on her side.
Faith in others did not come easy to the Hunter; it never had. But her instincts were good and she knew that he was what he said he was—a protector. It was in his very blood, just as her own dictated what she’d become.
“I’ll begin to look for answers today,” said Lumen, turning back to his Guild. “And the first step is to find this Hash, Vail, who took a few poorly aimed shots at Neko and me. And so I’ll be heading back to London as soon as this meeting ends.”
Neko’s eyes locked on his face, her mind reeling.
London? He’s going back into the line of fire?
“Do you intend to leave me here?” she choked, unwilling or unable to take her eyes off of him.
“Of course. You’ll be far safer here, underground, than with me. You’re part of all this now. The Guild will protect you from harm. They will keep you safe, for me as well as for you.”
For me as well as for you. He was doing it again; claiming that she was to be kept safe for his sake, as though she were his possession. And much as they should have infuriated her, the words flowed through her like melted chocolate. Delicious, smooth and dark.
“Well, I have very little desire for protection,” she said. “I want— need —to come with you to London. I insist, in fact, that you bring me with you.”
“Insist? One doesn’t insist to the leader of Dragons that he do her bidding,” shot Tryst, her words hitting Neko like daggers in the chest. “You are in no position—”
In spite of the knowledge that it could get her killed, Neko interrupted the woman. “I know Vail. I know how to deal with him one on one. I know his weaknesses. I can help.”
“I don’t need help,” said Lumen. “Or have you forgotten that I can breathe fire, Neko?”
“You’re not going to want to try flying around London’s narrow streets and back alleys with your wing span, not to mention a flame-thrower mouth,” Neko retorted. “Trust me. If