Page 78 of Mystic Justice

A slow smile drew across his face. ‘What?’ I snapped.

‘You said us.’

I blinked. ‘I suppose I did.’

‘I like it.’ He leaned down to brush a soft kiss against my lips. ‘I like it a lot.’ He drew back. ‘Now go and get dressed so I can have my T-shirt back. I have enemies to slay.’

‘Figuratively or literally?’

‘Mostly figuratively.’

‘If any are literal… ’

‘They won’t trace the bodies back to me,’ he promised.

I narrowed my eyes at him. ‘That wasn’t what I meant.’ He grinned, unrepentantly. I sighed. ‘You are one hell of a complication, Robbie Krieg.’

He tossed his hair back in an exaggerated fashion like he was in a hair advert and then he winked. ‘But I’m worth it.’

I was still smiling when I kissed him goodbye ten minutes later. As I closed the door, I wondered what to do with a whole day off. I eyed my bookshelf; there was a thriller calling my name. I’d started towards it when there was a firm knock on the door.

‘Robbie, did you forget—?’ I trailed off as I realised the man at my door wasn’t Krieg but Jude Jingo. I drew up my magicsharply, ready to blast him off his feet if he so much as breathed wrongly.

‘Robbie?’ Jingo murmured. ‘Well, well. Things between you and the High King are trotting along at a nice pace.’

‘Fuck you.’

‘I would love to, but alas you seem to have your eyes elsewhere for now.’ He shrugged. ‘I’m a patient man.’

I went to shut the door in his face when he shoved a manila folder towards me. ‘I’ve got something you’ll want to see.’

I folded my arms. ‘Trust me, you havenothingI want to see.’

‘Ouch,’ he said mildly. He held the file higher; his eyes locked on mine. ‘You’ll care about this, Wise. It’s about your father’s murder.’

Shock ripped through me like a bullet. Without conscious thought, I reached for the document.