London Harmony: Feel the Beat (17 page)

I had brought Jamie around and hoisted him to my hip as I explained, “Recovery specialist.”

She whistled. “You're one of the crazy ones?” Then she squinted at the silver knife hilt sticking out of the sheath on my leg, then my unburned hand. Her nostrils flared and she drew air in through her nose and over her tongue, tasting the air in a very wolf-like manner. “And a Clean Blood?” Her eyebrows arched in surprise. But then she answered her own question. “Well obviously, an infected Hunter would be worthless since they would change on the full moon too.” She inhaled again, her nostrils flaring and she squinted in confusion. I think she was smelling the part of me that was something other than human.

I shrugged as she pulled her goggles up on her helmet and I blinked. She had white eyes. Her irises were such a pale blue that they were hard to distinguish from the whites of her eyes in the moonlight. I have never seen anything like them. She seemed to slump slightly in resignation then said, “Specialist Annie Paige.” The she repeated, “So you going to tell me how you did that?”

I swallowed, I hated revealing my affinity for magic to anyone. With the werewolves terrorizing the world for centuries, most of us magic users and supernatural beings like to hide in the shadows. Whenever humans found out about us, they usually hunted us down like the wolves, because obviously anything different has to be evil right. And hunted down or dissected them. I choked on the venom of that thought.

I played it off by saying, “I don't know what you are talking about.”

She exhaled as she reached up for her coms. “I'm not an idiot, I know what I saw. That ivy grew up to the window as you climbed it. And that bed of moss you landed on wasn't there when you went up.” Then she said into her mic, “Bravo three. Package is secure. Returning to rendezvous point Victor Two.”

She motioned her hand toward the east and we started walking. I looked at her. “Trick of the moonlight.”

She arched her head back and let loose an amused smoky laugh. Then she grinned at me. “Whatever you say golden eyes.”

Oh shit. I concentrated and let my magics go back to sleep. I could feel it drain from my eyes. I shrugged like I didn't know what she was talking about and she snorted when I grinned at her. “Trick of the moonlight.”

She said, “I like you Snow. Don't worry, your secret is safe with me. I'm just glad you got the boy out before Sargent Frieze did that stupid Rosenberg assault and got the kid killed.” This surprised me and I looked back over at her but she had her eyes firmly on the deer trail we were following that dimly illuminated by the moon.