“I’m not letting you go anywhere until I know the demon who did that to you is dead. And if he’s not, I plan to make him that way post haste.”
I don’t know why he cared. As far as I knew, Alistair Quinn wanted the job I already had, and other than that, he didn’t have one thing to do with me.
“Don’t worry, I took care of it.”
He rolled his eyes. “Just give me the name, Max.”
He wanted his name? Sure, I’d give it to him. I suppose he didn’t need to know it was never Micah’s idea to go after me. It was Ruby’s. And it probably wasn’t her idea either. The list kept growing into a web of people I couldn’t trust, couldn’t find, or couldn’t forget. Micah and Samael were dead, but Ruby… I’d been looking for her for six months, and it was as if she’d dropped off the face of the map.
But she didn’t bind me, even if she sent him after me. Micah did that all on his own.
“Fine. Micah Goode.” Alistair hissed in recognition. Good to know the man of my worst nightmares was famous. At least Ruby sent the cream of the crop after me.
“Don’t worry about killing him, I took care of that already, and when he came back as a spirit, Andras finished him off. But I’ll tell you what, if he manages to come back another time, I’ll let you have a crack at him.”
“You’ve been taking care of yourself for a long time, haven’t you?” His voice was little more than a whisper, but I heard him anyway.
He had no idea.
I’d been taking care of myself long before I was ever a Rogue.
Something washed over his expression, and it took everything in me not to take that tiny step forward, not to get just that little bit farther into his space. But I couldn’t go there with this man. Not now.
Maybe not ever.
“You’re safe, right?”
No, I most likely wasn’t, but this man didn’t need to know that, and it sure as hell wasn’t his responsibility.
“Of course I am. Who’d want to kill me?”