“No one. It’s not how I open conversations and those who would know me are no longer in this plane of existence.”

She handed him her link again. “Do you know who issued the warrant? They claim to be your uncle.”

He scrolled through the screen until he saw the name. “Never heard of an Anicetus. No idea who it could be.”

“Well, we need to ditch the transport.” Jayne swung into an alley and quickly turned it off. She grabbed her things, got out, and waited for Hadrian.

He’d just joined her when she felt a presence behind her.

Jayne moved to attack, but before she could identify who was after them, Hadrian threw his hand out.

She felt the blast from his hand ripple through the air around her like an electrical current. It raised the hair on her arms.

That wasn’t the impressive part.

The fact that it lifted their assailant up and slammed in into a wall was.

And he wasn’t the only one.

Two more snipers fell from locations she hadn’t detected.

Damn . . . she never wanted to be on the receiving end of that. “Impressive.”

Hadrian didn’t speak as he hissed and staggered against the transport.

“You okay?” Jayne rushed to his side.

His nose was bleeding, and she didn’t miss the way his hands trembled.

Shaking his head as if to clear it, he clutched his backpack to him. “We have to get out of here. I won’t be conscious much longer.”

Shit.

That was all she needed. While she wasn’t the tiniest woman around, he was gigantic. Few men towered over her.

Sadly, he was one of them.

“All right. Let’s find someplace to lie low.”

Wiping at his forehead, he led her toward another transport.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

He shook his head and widened his eyes as if struggling to stay conscious. “There’s another landing bay. Small, out of the way dock.”

She was confused. “Okay.”

“I have a fighter there for emergencies.”

“Why didn’t you say so?”

“Didn’t know if I could trust you.”

“So, you trust me now?”

He scoffed as he opened the transport and tossed his backpack in. “Have no choice.”

She watched the way he moved. He was really unsteady. “Should you be driving?”

“No.” He got into the driver’s seat anyway.

Awesome. A sane person would leave him to it. Too bad her sanity had died a tragic death years ago when she’d run bank jobs with her father.

Not to mention the fact that sanity didn’t really run deep in the roots of her family tree anyway.

Erixours were known for other gifts. Not for being reasonable or mentally stable. That had been bred out of them generations ago and they tended to revel in their lunacy.

She slid into the passenger seat as Hadrian started the transport. “What happens if you pass out before we get there?”

“Guess we’ll both die.”

She scowled at that uncalled for response. “I really don’t like you.”