yourself into?”
Quinn relaxed in her arms, inhaling her familiar scent. Usually, it provided him great comfort, but now, not even that could cast away the apprehension of the mysterious man’s absence. Nothing seemed to make sense anymore.
He was so lost in his thoughts that when a knock sounded at the door, he almost yelped. Jumping guiltily away from Dawn, Quinn gave his sister a startled look. She hadn’t been there so long so as to urge their mother to come after them. Something was amiss.
Hastily, Quinn went to open the door. He wasn’t really surprised when he found Shen at the other side. “What is it?” he asked the other man. “Something wrong?”
Shen was the only other waiter they had, and he came in just when there were particular problems, or if the business became too busy and they couldn’t handle it. His real role was, essentially, that of a spy. He kept an eye on what was going on in the paranormal world, what the Tanners couldn’t find out through their contacts, and provided them with the information. Unlike Quinn’s family, though, Shen wasn’t human. Quinn was certain his mother knew the truth of Shen’s identity, but she didn’t share everything with him and Dawn.
However, if she had called Shen in, it must mean that she had guessed something was not right with him. Quinn mentally groaned. He should have known better than to allow his distraction to show. If Dawn had lectured him, his mother would be much worse.
But to his surprise, Shen didn’t tell him he was in trouble or even that his mother wanted to see him. “You have a visitor,” Shen said. “He says it’s very important.”
Quinn blinked in surprise. “Someone asked to see me specifically?”
He had no idea who it could be. Quinn had no real friends from the outside world. He cared about Shen, but they weren’t really close. Other than that, his family were the only ones who ever paid attention to him beyond the service he could provide. Well, them and Devon, but Devon had told him he would be away for a long time.
“Who is it?” Quinn inquired.
“A feral,” Shen replied. “I’ve never seen him here before. He said his name was Roarke.”
Roarke. It was the name of Devon’s friend. It simply couldn’t be a coincidence. Excitement bubbled through Quinn’s belly. For the first time since he’d lost contact with his mysterious unseen friend, he felt a little better. It was quite strange, but Quinn blamed it on finally being able to deliver the message Devon had asked him to hand in.
“Just a sec,” he told Shen. “I have something for him.”
Quinn returned to his room and opened a drawer. He retrieved the sealed envelope holding Devon’s letter and quickly pocketed it. “Looks like duty calls, sis,” he told Dawn.
“Are you going to be okay?” she asked as she got up.
Quinn didn’t have an answer to that question, so he didn’t reply. Instead, he offered her a small smile and turned away. Swiftly, before she could ask anything else, he joined Shen in the hallway. “All right,” he said. “I’m ready. Let’s go.”
Chapter Two
Roarke paced through the small room he’d been led into. The strange shifter who’d introduced himself as Shen had left him here, promising to come back with Quinn. In all honesty, Roarke had not expected the Tanners to have actual paranormals within their staff. He supposed it made sense, since they must have had a way they were keeping tabs on everything. It cemented his conviction that he’d done the right thing by staying away all this time.
The truth was, all spirit wolves, and naturally, ferals, had an instinct that made them identify other paranormal creatures. Roarke could indeed grasp that Shen must be a shifter of sorts, but he couldn’t tell Shen’s exact species, which made him even edgier and more pissed off.
He hated being taken by surprise, so he might have even considered leaving altogether. But something kept him here, some power greater