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two
pairs of green eyes staring at her with concern. Bryn smiled quickly
at Charlotte and Charlene. “Yeah. I'm fine.”
    Charlene nodded, but Charlotte
held on to her arm. Bryn gave Charlotte's hand a light squeeze.
Charlotte was her best friend and former partner. She was also the
PAC Alpha, Lucas Rieve's mate, but Bryn only called her Mrs Rieve
when she wanted to annoy the heck out of her. Charlene was
Charlotte's elder sister, and a relatively new Enforcer. Charlene
was mated to Glenn Constantine, the Master vampire on the Council.
Jett had paired the sisters together, knowing that they would stick
together like glue while they were on patrol and more critically,
while they were chasing rogues. Charlene watched her younger sister
like a hawk. There was no way she would let Charlotte out of her
sight and go running after rogues on her own.
    Both sisters were tall and
curvy. Womanly, was the word Bryn often used to describe them. In
contrast, Bryn was slim and petite, with long midnight blue hair and
elfin features. Charlotte was always teasing her, telling her that
many of the guys found her cute.
    Cute , like a pixie or a
puppy.
    Not beautiful, like a woman.
    Bryn glanced at the door for
the umpteenth time. Where was Jett? He was always punctual.
    Could something have happened?
    Maybe he was still stuck in a
Council meeting.
    Bryn fidgeted, and huffed out
a breath. Why was she worrying about him? Jett could take care of
himself.
    She forced herself to look
round the noisy training room. The Enforcers were a rowdy, lethal
bunch, loud-mouthed, fast-talking and even faster with a blade and a
gun. She liked her colleagues well enough. But should any of them
try anything funny with her, her fists would be all too happy to meet
their potty mouths.
    The noise and roughhousing
died down as the door slammed open and Jett strode into the room.
The Enforcers were standing around the room, leaning against the
walls, pushing and jostling one another.
    Jett turned in a circle, and
managed to make eye contact with every single one of his Enforcers.
He knew them well. Knew their strengths and weaknesses. He used
them and pushed them hard, honed their skills to a fine, razor sharp
edge and made sure they were better than the monsters they hunted.
    Finally, when everyone had
quietened down, Jett started to speak. “Three Enforcers have
been murdered,” he said without preamble. He wouldn't baby
them. He simply laid the ugly facts out for them.
    “ Their bodies have been
eaten, and their heads dumped into the trash.” Jett narrowed
his eyes. “Whoever killed and ate them had access to dark
magick. The Council has verified that. The dark magick cloaked the
killer, enabling him to get close enough to his victims without being
detected. The magick covered and masked all his scent, his aura, his
power, thus enabling him to escape without a trace.”
    “ The sick shit,”
someone snarled.
    More comments and curses
followed.
    Jett gave a sharp nod and the
swell of agitation and anger subsided somewhat.
    “ Someone is targeting
Enforcers. The murdered Enforcers were beheaded and dismembered with
their own knives. The killer left no prints, no trace, no aura. He,
she, it, they—the sick shit—” Jett said with a nod
at the Enforcer who had yelled out the phrase, “—used the
Enforcers' own weapons to attack them. We could find no fang marks,
claw marks, bite marks, or any marks made by any weapon. The killed
stripped their flesh cleanly from the bone. Some of the smaller
bones could not be found. We believe they have been eaten as well.
The killer didn't spit these bones out. He crunched them up,
swallowed them. Devoured them. This is a killer without emotion,
without a soul.”
    “ Must be a demon,”
someone muttered.
    “ Hey!” The demon
Enforcers all raised their voices and their fists. “What do
you mean by that, blood sucker?”
    Jett swung round and pinned a
burly vampire with a glare. “Demons have emotions, Khalid.