"This isn't a bar brawl," I chastised him. "Otherwise, Farah would be training me."
She folded her arms and nodded in agreement.
"I need to get comfortable fighting without my djinn powers." I picked up a tiger's claw and tested it in my hand. Great for a surprise attack. I continued poking through the supplies.
"If you're going with the bagh naka," Farah said, "I'd take a second weapon for your other hand. Maybe a sword."
"I think I'll save it for another time." I set it down and chose another. A misericorde. These knives were perfect for dealing a deathblow. I could pierce the brain or the heart, easy peasy.
"Why do I get the sense that you intend to skewer me?" Flynn asked.
"Only in my dreams," I said. I liked the feel of the knife, but it was too dangerous for a training exercise. If Flynn pissed me off, I didn't necessarily want to kill him.
"Start with the crescent moon knives," Farah encouraged. "It's the kind of weapon you'd keep concealed, so you might want to consider carrying them anyway."
I held a blade in each hand. "Don't worry," I told him. "These are steel. I won't use cold iron in training."
He rubbed his hands together in anticipation. "Let's go, sweetness. I need to be home for dinner. Tessa's making a quinoa salad with mango."
Of course she is.
"Wait, you need a safe word," Farah said.
We both looked at her.
"You know, a safe word, like in BDSM." When neither of us responded, she groaned in exasperation. "If Flynn's methods get out of hand, you need a special word to tell him to back the hell off."
He grinned. "How about 'blue diamond'?"
"That's two words," I shot back.
"Fine. I know another word you like. How about cocktail?"
I put a hand on my hip. "How about just cock?" Inviting Flynn back into my life was starting to seem like a bad idea.
Farah stepped between us. "Listen up, you two adult-sized toddlers. Either play nice together or don't play at all." She looked at me. "Alyse, given your history with him, he doesn't have to help you. He's actually being quite generous with his time." She turned to Flynn. "And you don't need to be so smug. Alyse is dealing with a traumatic change in circumstances, so be a freakin' gentleman about it."
He dipped his head in acknowledgement and Farah returned to her place against the wall.
"The safe word is vengeance," I said.
"Don't need to dig deep on that one," he replied. "Okay, let's get started." With those words, he disappeared.
I stood in the middle of the room, trying to identify where he'd turn up next. I put myself in his shoes. Where would I go?
I spun around as he materialized behind me. His fist moved toward me, but I was faster. I blocked his blow with the hand guard.
"No need for blindfolds when your opponent can disappear," I said, moving into an offensive position.
"But blindfolds can be so much fun," he said. "Remember Miami?"
Was he seriously bringing up Miami?
My temper flared. "I told you never to mention that again."
I sliced with both hands. One at his throat and the other at his stomach. He dodged my blades with a graceful turn. I laughed when he summoned a folding metal chair.
"A chair? Have I tired you out already?"
He smirked. "Hardly."
"Then what do you expect to do with that?"
He held it over his head and threw it at me. I ducked and it skimmed the top of my head.
"Hey, that almost hit me."
"Kinda the point," he said.
I rushed him, but he enveloped himself in shadow before I reached him. Foiled again.
Flynn reappeared behind me and plucked a sword from the pile of weapons. He sauntered toward me, circling his wrist with every step.
"While I have your attention," I began, "who's the mystery mobster in charge of organ trafficking?"
"Alyse, you always have my attention."
He lunged and I stumbled back. Quickly, I regained my balance and surprised him by reaching forward, using the crescent moon knives for their intended purpose -- to disarm an assailant. I trapped his sword between my curved blades and sent it sailing into the air.
"I don't know his name," he replied. He danced out of reach and grabbed another sword, a single-edged dao designed for slashing and chopping.
"But I bet you can tell me someone who does."
"What's in it for me?"
I smiled. "Patience, grasshopper."
Flynn looked intrigued. "If memory serves, Hugo Munson used to work with that particular group."
Hugo? Where had I heard that name? "You mean the mob accountant?"
He shifted to mist and I spun around to see where he would reform.
I glanced over my shoulder to see Flynn behind me. Pain shot down my arm. A blow to my right shoulder.
"Wow," he said, staring at the blood as it trickled down my chest. "I guess this is what's in it for me."
I glanced at the wound. It hurt, but the cut wasn't deep.
"Do you want to stop?" he asked.
I straightened and faced him. "Tell me about Hugo."
"Apparently, he requested a transfer," Flynn continued. "O'Leary offered to take him on since he had an accounting background."
"How accommodating." Maybe I should have asked for a transfer within the agency. Of course, it would've helped to know who hated me enough to cuff me.
"Fair warning," Flynn said. "As much as you love the sound of my voice, I'm switching to silent mode now."
Silent mode. That couldn't be good.
I watched chocolate brown fur sprout all over Flynn's body as it expanded upward and outward. His rugged face pulled and stretched until I was looking into the eyes of a six hundred pound black bear.
"Are you kidding me?" I yelled. "Foul play."
The bear growled in response. He seemed to disagree.
Farah observed the transformation from the sidelines. "Flynn's right." She pretended to choke on those particular words. "Just because you're in human form doesn't mean your enemies will be. If a Ghul comes at you in all his ghoulish glory, he doesn't care that you can't shift. In fact, he'll probably like those odds."
I listened to Farah while keeping my eyes fixed on my new furry opponent. He paced in front of me on all fours, probably debating his next move.
I tossed the crescent moon knives aside and crouched low in a defensive position. How could I fight a bear with my bare hands? No pun intended.
"Use your jade daggers," Farah called.
They'd never pierce his thick coat. "Too small," I said, my eyes still trained on the bear. He roared and the floor shook beneath my feet.
"You have thirty weapons at your disposal right now that you won't have in a real fight," Farah advised. "What can you use to your advantage against a bear?"
"I'll never make it over there in time," I said. I'd seen Flynn in his bear form before. As big as he was, he was still fast over short distances.
I had to try, though. There was no other choice.
I broke left, hoping to grab the spear before he reached me. I wasn't quick enough. His bear body intercepted me and I went crashing down. My tailbone smashed against the concrete floor and I howled in pain. I'd relied on shadows and light for too long and now this body was paying the price.
Flynn didn't need a weapon. He had six hundred pounds on his side. He simply laid on top of me and wrapped his fuzzy arms around me. I heard a bone crack and pain exploded inside me like canon fire. I muffled a cry as an icy burn set in. I struggled to reach one of the jade daggers strapped to my calf, but it was no use. He had me pinned firmly to the floor.
His bear hug was going to be the death of me. He continued to hold me down, crushing me with his weight. My lungs felt flattened. As I was about to utter 'vengeance,' a rush of wind rolled over us and six hundred pounds of bear went flying across the room. It took me a second to understand what was happening.
Someone
was astride Bear Flynn, pummeling him with two of the fastest fists I'd ever seen in action.
My would-be rescuer unsheathed the sword on his back and lifted it high.
"Captain," I yelled, finding my voice. "Reed, stop!"
Before he could strike, a small red fox leaped into the air and grabbed his arm between her teeth. She clamped down and refused to let go. The sword clattered to the floor.
I hobbled over, dripping blood and coddling my rib as I went. By the time I got there, Reed's two strong hands had the bear in a chokehold. I grabbed the arm that wasn't attached to Farah's teeth.
"Reed, no. He wasn't attacking me."
Captain Hero Hair looked at me like I was delusional.
"Okay, he was attacking me, but only because I asked him to." That didn't sound much better.
The bear's growl lowered and deepened. This wasn't going to end well.
"Let him go," I ordered, "or I will skewer you with about thirty different weapons."
I gestured to the makeshift armory.
To his credit, the Protector stood and moved away from the bear. He picked up his sword but didn't sheath it.
The red fox morphed back into Farah and the black bear morphed into Flynn. He rubbed his jaw. "You pack a mean punch."
I sighed inwardly in relief as Reed sheathed his sword.
"What were you doing?" he asked us.
"I'm training," I replied. "Flynn is an old friend and he agreed to help."
"By mauling you to death?" Reed asked. He seemed to notice Farah for the first time. "And you agreed to this? I thought you had more sense."
"I don't know what would have given you that impression," Farah said.
Flynn rose to his feet. "What are you doing here? We figured this place was safe to play in now."
Reed glanced at the back of the warehouse and I knew he was remembering the night we met. Lieutenant Adams' mangled body.
"I'm still investigating the murders," he replied. "I visit the crime scenes multiple times in case I missed anything. Sometimes I pick up something that I hadn't noticed before. A scent or an emotional imprint."
"An emotional imprint?" Flynn repeated. "What kind of bullshit is that?"
"It's not bull," Reed said. I guessed 'shit' wasn't in his angelic vocabulary. "Our senses are heightened, and that includes our emotional senses."
"It's more like a residue than an imprint," I explained to Flynn. "He can sense any lingering emotions of the beings that were present at the time of the murder." The Shadow Elite had a stable of Nephilim whose only job was to visit crime scenes and report the emotions left behind. They weren't able to conjure up a name, but their work often provided valuable clues.
Farah seemed to eye Captain Reed with newfound respect. "So you feel all the pain, too?" she asked. "The victim's feelings?"
He nodded solemnly. "I'm experienced enough to block it out, unless I think I need to channel it. I try to focus on any other emotions. When I was last here, for example, I felt Lieutenant Adams' pain." He closed his eyes, willing the memory away. "But I also felt a heightened level of excitement. Almost a state of sexual arousal."
"That wasn't me," I said quickly. I didn't need anyone to think I got off on violent encounters.
A smile tugged at Reed's lips.
"So the killer gets his rocks off by murdering innocents," Flynn said. "Not exactly new or helpful."
"But it wasn't the only other emotion in the room," Reed said. "There was also fear and it didn't belong to Adams."
"A witness?" I asked.
"Maybe. Or an accomplice who wasn't as keen on committing the murder."
I pondered this revelation. "What about Girard Avenue Bridge? Did you feel anything there?"
"Detective Thompson and I went back together. It was more difficult because it was outdoors and because of the number of people who passed by that day. There was one particular imprint that I noted."
"Which was?" I prompted.
"One of pure irritability." He looked straight at me. "I could only assume that was you."
Instinctively, I punched him in the arm and was rewarded with a painful reminder. The guy was solid muscle.
"Have you been to all the murder scenes?" Farah asked.
Reed nodded. "Similar emotions at each location. The pain, the excitement and the fear. It was interesting, though. The earlier crime scenes, the third emotion was mixed with repulsion and disgust. At the more recent crime scenes, though, it had calmed to a mild fear."
"So the killer or the accomplice is getting desensitized," I said. I'd seen it happen with new recruits. The first time they killed a Ghul or an Ifrit, they were horrified by what they'd done. Extinguishing a life was no small thing, no matter how necessary it was. If they did it long enough, however, the horrified feeling eventually faded. At least, that had been my experience.
"Seems so," Reed agreed. "I think we're dealing with someone who had never killed before, never been around it. The other one, though, the excited one...I definitely get the sense that murder isn't new for him."
"Can you tell if they're djinn?" Farah asked.
"I haven't sensed a djinni at the crime scenes if that's what you're really asking."
"Is that why you ruled me out as a suspect?" I asked.
He cocked an eyebrow. "Who said I've ruled you out?"
"But we had coffee," I sputtered. I guess I was right. He was still on the fence about me.
Flynn looked from me to Captain Reed. "You had coffee with a Protector?"
I shrugged. "He paid."
"And I went, too," Farah added.
"To be honest," Reed said, "your imprint is confusing in your current state."
"No argument there," Flynn said.
Even my emotional imprint was stunted. What a crock.
"Sorry for the intrusion. I should let you get back to your playmate," Reed said with a wary glance at Flynn.
"He's not my playmate," I said quickly. I didn't want anyone identifying Flynn as my playmate. Ever.
Reed glanced at my arm, still cradling my rib. "We have a healer on call if you're interested."
I waved him off. "I'll be fine. The one thing I get to keep along with these gorgeous fashion accessories is my ability to heal. It's not as quick as it used to be, but it'll do. Djinni magic still flows through my veins. They can't stop that."
"Good to know. If you find yourself in need of another training partner," Reed said, "I'm pretty good in that department. I train new recruits."
"Thanks," I said. I wasn't sure what to make of the invitation. Was it another attempt to rule me out as a suspect?
"No thanks," Flynn said. "She has a perfectly good training partner right here."
I shot Flynn a death glare before turning back to Reed with a smile.
"Thanks for trying to save me from him, by the way." The truth was that if Reed hadn't come along when he did, I didn't know how I would have stopped Bear Flynn. It was a lesson I needed to learn on my own though, without divine intervention.
Reed took his strength, his speed and his sword straight out of the warehouse. As soon as he was out of earshot, Flynn cast a disappointed look in my direction.
"Really, Winters? A Naphil?"
I raised my palms. "I didn't ask him to come here."
"You didn't seem to mind," he said in an accusing tone.
"And I'm not sure why you do." Flynn had no claim on me. Besides, wasn't his yoga-tastic domestic goddess girlfriend enough for him? I sighed inwardly. Knowing Flynn, she probably wasn't.
Despite my sore back and rib, I wasn't ready to call it a day.
I plucked a spear from the pile and twirled it like a baton. "What do you say, Care Bear? Ready to go again?"
He didn't have to answer. I saw the flash of jealousy in his blue eyes and knew that he was.
Chapter Fourteen
My phone rang and I eyed it warily. If it was a mobster, a psycho ex-boyfriend or a Protector, I wasn't available. When Mix's name flashed on the scre
en, I grabbed it.
"He lives," I said, smiling into the phone. "I'm finally in town after years away, but somebody's too busy living a normal human life to give me the time of day."
"Hey, I hung out with you at The Night Owl," he said. "Besides, I hear you've managed to keep yourself busy."
"You know what they say about idle hands."
"Paulette and I are going to Viper Pit tonight. Are you and Farah up for it?"
"What's Viper Pit?" I asked.
He whistled. "You really have been away. Only the hottest nightclub in the city."
"I thought that was Desert Moon."
Mix laughed. "That place was shut down two years ago after a group of Shaitans turned it into their own personal funhouse. It was like a major acid trip for everyone there that night."
"Why shut them down?" I asked. "People pay good money for that kind of experience."
"PTF didn't like it much when some of the afflicted began killing each other. They thought they were being attacked by Ghuls."
"Ouch."
"So are you in?"
I twisted my torso a little to see how my body reacted. No pain. "We'll meet you there at ten."
Farah stuck her head in the doorway. "Meet who where?"
I told her. "I don't have anything to wear to a nightclub, though. I bought practical clothes."
"Don't worry," Farah said. "You can wear one of my summer dresses."
"Thanks, Farah, but you're many, many inches shorter than me."
"And you like showing off those long, toned legs. It's perfect."
I examined my bare legs. She had a point. "Okay, but no strapless." I hated strapless.
"Deal," she said.
Viper Pit reminded me of an Eastern European dance club. The building was an old shoe factory on the outskirts of the city and the interior had been turned into three distinct rooms, each large enough to accommodate at least a couple hundred people. Each room had its own vibe, too, so if you were unhappy with the first room you entered, you could move onto the next one for a completely different experience.
Mix texted us to meet them in the White Room. I had no trouble identifying it -- the decor was all white tiles. It was more artsy than sterile, though. I liked it.
Farah pushed through the gyrating bodies in search of Mix and Paulette and I followed closely behind. The energy in the club was overwhelming. Even with my dulled senses, I could feel it thrumming under my skin. Djinn auras were in abundance here.
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