deadliest assassins I knew.
I tilted my head to Neve, whose red hair gently floated in the still air—an
enchanting quirk of being a powerful djinn, a genie of the winds. “Nice to see
you, Detective Cross.”
She smiled. “I’ve been out of town, but I heard you’re the new alpha
around here.”
I’d helped her and Damian Malek, one of Magic Side’s wealthiest and
most dangerous underlords, overthrow a demented mage who’d managed to
tear open a portal to the hells and had been amassing a demon army. This was
after he’d unleashed a water genie on Bentham a month ago, allowing five
prisoners to escape—including Kahanov.
Since I’d taken over as alpha from my father, we’d faced one crisis after
another. I’d hoped Billy’s death had been the tragic end of it, but now, I
worried that was only a prelude. “Any new leads on the sorcerer?”
Amal shook her head. “I lost his trail in Italy. Sorry, Jax.”
“Then this visit better pay off. We need a lead. Fast.”
I’d told them about the note, as well as most of the details surrounding the
abductions and blood demon attacks.
“Is Savannah supposed to be meeting us?” Neve asked. “You had me get
clearance for her.”
As if mentioning her name summoned the she-devil up from the pits of
hell, Savannah’s Gran Fury peeled into the parking lot with the radio
blasting. The werewolves I’d assigned to her protection detail followed
shortly behind in a black SUV.
She was late and loudly broadcasting that the world revolved around her.
I clenched my fist. Just the sight of her made my blood pressure rise. She was
insufferable and obstinate…and frustratingly arousing.
Savannah climbed out of the car and strode over to us. Her white T-shirt
was tucked into high-cut jeans that accentuated her curves, and I had to dig
my claws into my palms to keep my head straight.