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get. Is that it?”
    He gives me a narrow look. “You know that I understand—intimately—how lethal you are. You're a proficient level 10 for fuck's sake, Narah. They don't hand those assessments out like candy.”
    “So what's the issue?”
    “Selfishly? You die—I die. True death . Secondly, I enjoy our clever repartee far too much to have all that excitement end prematurely because your stubbornness wins out over logic.” He cocks an eyebrow. “A trend amongst your gender,” he holds up a palm before I can protest, “overall.”
    My mouth clamps shut.
    I blow out an exhale. “Fine. I will tell the studs, but I want to nail this case first.”
    Murphy eyes swing to the ceiling again. “Lord have mercy! You heard me, but you don't listen.”
    “I know,” I reply softly. “But I have to help Talyn.”
    “Why?” Murphy seethes. “She's a Lycan's change. She's that Merck fellow's responsibility.”
    I nod hastily. “True. But she didn't believe me.”
    “Believe you?” His eyes slit, shoulders lifting in a small shrug.
    “Believe that I could protect her—save her.”
    Murphy sighs, his gaze pointedly moving around the destruction of Talyn Phisher's home. “And we can't. She's in too deep—Lanarre royalty? Even Merck admitted she was the strangest change he'd ever had. And the complication of the Masker...”
    “Mutable.”
    His eyes darkened. “That too.”
    I grab a handful of my pale braids and toss them behind my back.
    “If Casper finds out you've gone off the rails you won't have to worry about not having told the gents your news.”
    My gaze latches onto his.
    “He'll terminate your employment without a thought. You can't go solo on this, Narah. This case no longer falls under client needs anymore. Once you and I—as your partner—though I feel like a tolerated sidekick—discovered that Talyn was a Lycan hybrid, our duty was done. Lycan politics don't impact Final Enforcement's ever-changing model. We distribute justice to the criminals our lovely police force doesn't want to dirty their hands with. We help humans who have problems of the supernatural variety.”
    I blink. That's the longest speech I've ever heard Murph make. “Until the circle closes,” I reply.
    Murph nods. “Yes. Until our obligation comes to its natural end. Which it has . We've already used Enforcement resources for clean-up. Now you're saying we need to find Talyn. It's clear that others were here.” He gives an abbreviated laugh, stabbing his eyes at the mess all around us. “They fought. And now Talyn is gone. And it is abundantly clear that Merck—and Arden—for that matter, will not stop chasing Talyn until she's transitioned. Let. It. Go.”
    My hands go to my hips, and I dip my chin.
    I struggle internally with not following through. My nature intrinsically sees a task or promise through to the end. Possibly because no one saw anything through for me. All promises broken.
    Until I was turned and mated by vampires.
    I wish I could let it go. Let Talyn's life come to whatever conclusion fate has in store for her.
    “You can't let go,” Murphy says softly.
    I lift my head, giving Murph level eyes. “No.”
    “Fuck it,” he says, taking my hand, he hauls me out of Talyn's busted up digs.
    “Where are you taking me?” I yank my hand out of his.
    We turn to face each other.
    “If you're committing possible suicide, I might as well have some skin in it.”
    I jerk my chin back. “Huh? You've lost me.”
    “I might be a lot of things, but saving my own skin is top on the list. I might actually live to see the next night if I help you get this out of your system.”
    “And if I say no?”
    Murphy steps into my space, looming over my small frame. “You tell me to piss off, and I'll run straight to the boys and let them in on your secret.”
    “Bastard.”
    “Yes.” He jerks his head in an enthusiastic nod. “But someone has to look out for you since you won't.”
    “And look out for you ,” I