We talked until our eyes got heavy and the breaks between responses grew longer. Never once did the topic of the Harbinger come up, or anything related to our duty, and while we lay together in the dark, there was no tomorrow to worry about, no pressures or fears.

And this was better than anything I could’ve hoped for. Anything I could’ve wanted or needed. Just us and words and our fingers, threaded together.

Those minutes that stretched out were simply...more.

An update we’d be waiting for came unexpectedly, right before we left the apartment to patrol—the eerily empty apartment. Movers had come that morning, a small army that quickly packed up the kitchen, the mats and punching bag, and everything in the bedroom. We’d been planning to swing by the new place before we left for the evening, but that wasn’t going to happen now. The first time I’d see it would be tonight, and luckily, Peanut already knew where to find us. I’d reminded him this morning, and he’d responded that walls meant nothing to him and he was a “free range” ghost.

Sigh.

Zayne’s phone rang as I stood where the couch used to be, twisting three sections of my hair into the lamest looking braid ever.

“What’s up, Dez?” he answered as he walked past me, dipping to press a quick kiss on my forehead. “What? For real?”

Zayne stiffened, and all my attention focused on him as he turned back to me. “Okay. Thank you.” A pause. “Yeah, I’ll keep you guys updated. Thanks again.”

“What?” I asked the moment he disconnected the call.

Zayne smiled. “Senator Fisher is back in town.”

“Really?” That was not what I’d been expecting. “I was really beginning to believe the guy was dead.”

“Well, he’s alive and checked in to the Condor, in one of the federal suites.” Zayne told me the floor and room number. “Dez said he’s got security with him, most likely stationed outside the suite, in the private hall and inside with him.”

“So, we can take care of them,” I said. “We’re going now.”

“Yeah, but if they’re just government workers doing their job, we don’t want to do...too much harm to them. We’ll need backup.” Zayne thumbed through the contacts on his phone. “Since there are definitely going to be humans there.”

“Roth?” I knew Roth could mess with human minds, erasing short-term memories or replacing them with something different.