He had covered his fair hair with a lightweight sun hat to shadow his face. It was the first time I had seen him in anything other than a business suit, and it would be easy to forget he was a murderer and a drug lord. The confidence of the boardroom was still there, but his trim waist, wide shoulders, and smooth face made him look more like an especially fit soccer dad.

His casual attire accentuated his youth instead of hiding it, as his Armani suits did. A wisp of blond hair peeked from behind the cuffs of his tasteful, button-down shirt, and I spared a thought that it was probably as soft and light as the pale hair drifting about his ears. His green eyes were pinched as he approached, squinting from the reflected sun or from worry. I was betting the latter since his hands were behind his back so I wouldn’t shake with him.

Trent slowed as he stepped upon the bridge. His expressive eyebrows were slanted, and I remembered his fear when Algaliarept had turned into me. There was only one reason the demon would have done that. Trent was afraid of me, either for still falsely thinking I had set Algaliarept on him, or for having snuck into his office three times in as many weeks, or for me knowing what he was.

“None of the above,” he said, his casual shoes scuffing as he came to a halt.

A wash of cold shocked through me. “I beg your pardon?” I stammered, pulling myself up and away from the railing.

“I’m not afraid of you.”

I stared, his liquid voice melting itself into the chatter of water surrounding us.

“And I can’t read your mind, either, just your face.”

My breath came in a soft sound and I shut my mouth. How had I lost control so fast?

“You took care of the troll, I see,” he said.

“Detective Glenn, too,” I said as I touched my hair to be sure my curls hadn’t escaped my braid. “He won’t bother us unless you do something stupid.”

His eyes tightened at the insult. He didn’t move, keeping that same five feet between us. “Where’s your pixy?” he asked.

Irritation pulled me straight. “His name is Jenks, and he’s somewhere else. He doesn’t know, and I’d just as soon keep it that way as he has a big mouth.”

Trent visibly relaxed. He went to stand opposite me, the narrow width of the bridge between us. It had been hard to slip Jenks this afternoon, and Ivy finally stepped in, taking him out on a nonexistent run. I think she was actually going for doughnuts.