Page 5 of One Winter Knight
Or had someone gotten annoyed at the lights not turning and hopped the barriers? Not very smart considering how fast everyone was going.
I blinked at the pedestrian. That woman in a dark suit with a backpack lookeda lotlike Saoirse.
Were they in New York? I tried not to ask too many questions about their work.
“Yeah, tonight is not a good night to jaywalk,” Hale muttered. Sirens cut through the air as an ambulance barreled down the street in the opposite direction as us.
“Oh shit.” I sucked in a breath as we barely avoided a lime greenmuscle car. It promptly crashed into an import that cost what most people made in a decade.
“Fuck you, you asshole,” Hale muttered as he cut someone off.
Keeping Hale’s phone focused on him, I one-handed texted Fiona, just in case that actually was Saoirse.
Me
You okay? Where are you?
Hale hit the accelerator, and we sped into the parking garage as he muttered, “Hold on to your boots. It’s gonna be a bumpy ride.”
Chapter Two
Fiona
“It’s colder than a witch’s tit tonight,” Saoirse’s thick Irish brogue echoed through my earpiece.
I shifted my position on the roof of the Roganfort Center, waiting for our cue. The cold air felt heavy, as if it might snow.
“Maybe we should lick it and warm it up? Or she should just put on a sweater?” I kept an eye on the service entrance of the Harcourt Hotel through the nightscope on my sniper rifle.
Why were the poor witch’s tits cold, anyway? Mine were nice and warm. My jacket had a heater in it.
I glanced at my phone and chuckled as Carlos texted me.
Carlos
I am here to serve, Mi Reina.
Aww. I loved that he called me his queen.
“Stop texting your boytoy and focus,” Saoirse teased. “I know you’re texting him even though I can’t see you.”
I sighed and texted him back. “Fine.”
Me
You can show me tomorrow. Saoirse saidI have to focus. Text you later.
“He’s not my boytoy.” As I lay on my stomach, on the roof, I kept watch on where our target would soon appear. Very few snipers could make a shot at that range.
We could.
Saoirse was positioned at another angle, in a high-rise. Our target tonight was an a-hole who used his position to cover up the trafficking of betas, who were turned into omegas against their will, using an illegal street drug, and then sold.
My girlfriend, partner, and best friend chuckled. “I know. It’s fun to tease you. Your fathers aren’t going to let you keep him.”
“They’re not allowed to arrange a match for me. Also, Carlos is a good man.”
We’d only met in August. I’d fallen for him, hard. It was in the way he looked at me when I’d first seen him in a hotel lobby in Quebec. How he was both relentless and courteous in his pursuit. How he didn’t ghost me after that weekend.
