territory. Some werewolves did live in the condos, but they mostly kept to themselves.
She could see Urban living in the area. It was quiet enough to feel safe and comfortable but had enough cafes, movie theaters, and restaurants to allow for date nights. Nadia paused in perusing security footage. Urban move in with her? Live with her? She gave herself a mental shake. That was going too far. For all she knew, he didn’t want to live in Draven’s Crossing. Stop it. She forced her thoughts away and returned back to her mission. She didn’t want to call Isy right away. Shower and laundry first, then dinner and connecting with Isy . Once she reviewed the security footage, she got up and repeated the walkthrough process to make sure.
It was a habit she’d gotten into since the night she’d left Little Creek, Asswipe Nowhere, USA . So long as her father couldn’t find her, it was all good, and she doubted that he’d want to go looking for her. Zerik had made it very clear what would happen if Ephram did stray away from his home. There was still the issue of Milena . She wanted Milena to move in with her, but getting her sister to do anything was like herding cats, literally. She’d make a plan, change it at the last minute, or agree to something but then change the day she was doing it, or she’d flake out completely. Nadia wasn’t sure what to think of it all. She had to call her sister and check in, maybe get her to Draven’s Crossing and convince her to stay. There was one thing that the town had going for it: lots of eligible bachelors. There was still the overdose incident that needed to be discussed, but Nadia avoided that subject like a kid and cherry cough syrup. Milly had escaped their father with drugs and alcohol, but that wouldn’t help their mutual problems.
If Nadia believed in any gods, she’d have razed them to the ground for her family problems. Instead, she channeled her anger through her way of living: as a courier for the Feline Quorum and various other organizations that wanted to make life better for all paranormals in general. Some of her assignments weren’t legal and required her to enter places without an invitation, and sometimes she’d have to gain an advantage with photos or recordings. Sometimes she had to steal things, and that led to a huge mess. In the end, it was her life. She’d chosen to work for Zerik , and it had perks, like a new life, enough money to buy herself an island and never have to work again, and the protection of never having to deal with her father again. Her sister was another matter. Maybe I can convince Zerik to hire her . The US branch of the Feline Quorum always needed new hires. She needed to talk to Zerik about that. There might be a place in Draven’s Crossing for the F.Q.
She couldn’t think about that at the moment; maybe later once everything was tied up. Nadia had a whole new problem: giving Isy an excuse that was believable and closer to the truth. The last thing she and the Feline Quorum needed was for a reporter’s instincts to be aroused and have Isy go poking around. Goddess knew that Isy could be too nosy for her own good. Despite their friendship, Zerik wouldn’t hesitate to take care of a problem as he saw fit. Nadia wanted to protect what few people she’d let into her life, and that included Urban. Once her security check routine was complete she headed to her shower, turned it on, got undressed, and stepped inside. The hot water hit all the right places, loosening muscles and allowing her to breathe easy and relax. She allowed her thoughts to float free, even though they all went to the same place: Urban. She wished that she didn’t have this distraction, but knew that she’d have to work it out on her own until she saw him again. Rather than think about that, she thought of all she’d missed while trapped in Zerik’s Dungeon of Unlove .
It was too bad that Nadia missed the action with the serial killer. She would’ve loved to