The door latch shifted and I jerked. Candice walked in, an institutional-white mug of coffee in her hand. “Excuse me,” she said, her kitten-soft voice only adding to the tension. She slunk between Trent and Lee, breaking their gazes on each other.

Trent shook out his sleeves and took a slow breath. I glanced at him before reaching for the coffee. He looked shaken, but it was from repressing his anger, not fear. I thought of his biolabs and Ceri safely hiding with an old man across the street from my church. Was I making choices for her that she should be making for herself?

The mug was thick, the warmth of it seeping into my fingers when I took it. My lip curled when I realized she had put cream in it. Not that I was going to drink it. “Thanks,” I said, making an ugly face right back at her when she took a sexually charged pose atop Lee’s desk, her legs crossed at the knee.

“Lee,” she said, leaning to make a provocative show. “There is a slight problem on the floor that needs your attention.”

Looking annoyed, he pushed her out of his way. “Deal with it, Candice. I’m with friends.”

Her eyes went black and her shoulders stiffened. “It’s something you need to attend. Get your ass downstairs. It won’t wait.”

I flicked my gaze to Trent, reading his surprise. Apparently the pretty vamp was more than decoration. Partner? I wondered. She sure was acting like it.

She cocked one eyebrow at Lee in mocking petulance, making me wish I could do the same. I still hadn’t bothered to learn how. “Now, Lee,” she prompted, slipping off the desk and going to hold the door for him.

His brow furrowed. Brushing his short bangs from his eyes, he pushed his chair back with excessive force. “Excuse me.” Thin lips tight, he nodded to Trent walked out, his feet thumping on the stairway.

Candice smiled predatorily at me before she slipped out after him. “Enjoy your coffee,” she said, closing the door. There was a click as it locked.

Twenty-six

I took a deep breath, listening to the silence. Trent shifted his legs to put his ankle atop a knee. Eyes distant and worried, he chewed on a lower lip, looking nothing like the drug lord and murderer he was. Funny, you couldn’t tell by looking.

“She locked the door,” I said, jumping at the sound of my own voice.

Trent lifted his eyebrows. “She doesn’t want you to wander. I think it’s a good idea.”