Sixty or seventy again referred to his undead years, but the living ones didn’t seem far off from that number, either. Jack was small, wrinkled, and frail-appearing. Right up until he’d try to rip your throat out.
“And this”—I raised the last shield to reveal the blond vampire I’d captured months ago—“is Sunshine. We don’t know her real name; she never told us.”
As soon as Sunshine looked up, she vaulted off her cot in a blur of speed to press herself against the glass.
“Bones! How did you get here? Never mind, just kill them and let me out!”
“Belinda, fancy seeing you here,” Bones chuckled. “Sorry to disappoint, but I’m not here to rescue you.”
“You know her?” I asked foolishly, since it was obvious.
She touched the glass. “How can you say that, after what we meant to each other?”
I stiffened, but Tate jumped right in. “You fucked Sunshine?”
I was waiting for his reply as well, with a pointed glare.
“We didn’t mean anything to each other aside from a few shags, Belinda,” Bones answered the question bluntly with his rejoinder.
My hands clenched. Now I wished I’d killed her instead of capturing her.
Juan said something in Spanish I couldn’t follow, and to my added amazement, Bones replied in the same language. Juan’s forehead crinkled as he laughed at whatever the exchange was.
“That’s rude,” I snapped, not amused in the slightest. Somehow I knew they weren’t discussing Sunshine’s—or Belinda’s—teeth.
For the first time, I looked her over as a woman, and I didn’t like what I saw. Belinda was very pretty, even without a smidgen of makeup. She had long blond hair, hence the nickname we’d given her, big breasts, and a small waist on top of curvy hips. Her cornflower-blue eyes complemented her full pink lips. All the better to kiss Bones with...
“Sorry, Kitten,” Bones apologized, switching back to English.
Juan clapped me on the back. “He speaks better Spanish than I do, querida.”
“Apparently there are a lot of things I don’t know about him,” I purred dangerously.
Tate hid a smile behind a sudden cough.
Bones turned back to Belinda. “Quit batting your lashes at me. If you’re in there, then you tried to hurt her.” He nodded at me. “So you could shrivel to dust for all I bother. However, your stay here could be more pleasant if two things happen. The first involves the lovely lady at my side. She would have to agree. The second pertains to your total cooperation or, failing that, your gruesome, prolonged death. Are we clear?”
Belinda nodded and stepped back from the glass. I shut the obscuring screen, since her face was more than I wanted to see anymore.
“I for one vote for her gruesome, prolonged death,” I said as I stomped away. When we were out of the holding level for the vampires, I rounded on Bones.
“You and her? Eww.”
My three captains hung back, but with their new hearing abilities, it didn’t matter. Bones crossed his arms and let out a resigned noise.
“Kitten, this was before you. It didn’t mean anything.”
I understood that, but still. This felt worse than when I’d met another of Bones’ previous girlfriends, Francesca. At least she’d been helping us track down a scumbag who used to run a Meals on Wheels with humans as his main course. Belinda, who I’d met when her roommate brought me home thinking I’d make a nice dinner for two, had no such saving attributes.
“Clearly it meant something to her.”
Bones shrugged. “Then kill her, if it makes you feel better. Can’t say I’d blame you, and I truly don’t care. If you like, I’ll do it myself.”
That stopped me in my tracks. By his face, Bones was serious. He really would kill her, or just stand by and watch while I did.
“I don’t murder people just because I’m jealous.” Not yet, anyhow. “Fine. I’ll be adult, even though the thought of you with her makes me want to hurl. So, then. What’s your idea?”
Tate, Juan, and Cooper filed into the training room. They weren’t wearing full battle gear, which would have been a bulletproof vest, a flexible silver-lined neck protector (which I designed after Dave’s death), or automatic and semi-automatic guns complete with silver cartridges. No, they were each wearing just the usual cotton pants with crewneck T-shirt that all our team wore while training.
Except this was no ordinary training operation, even by our standards. Next to me, Bones held Belinda in an iron grip. Don, safe in his overlook box above us, looked decidedly bleak. He hadn’t liked this idea. Neither had I, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t see the merit of it.
“Are you guys ready?” I asked.
My tone was calm, belying my inner churning stomach. All three men nodded.
“Then take a knife, each of you. Just one.”
They complied, going over to the container where we had knives piled up like so much garbage. I glanced at Bones. He nodded once and then bent to Belinda’s ear.
“Remember what I told you,” he said very softly, yet his voice dripped with ice.