Nix. (Den of Mercenaries Book 3) by London Miller

Author:London Miller [Miller, London]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-11-02T22:00:00+00:00

Early the next morning, they’d set off home, the journey passing far quicker than it had on their way out. While Kit was busy with work, Luna slept most of the way, a fact that made him smile.

Even once they arrived back home, she had disappeared upstairs, while he had gone to finish the work he’d started on the plane, but was interrupted when Tăcut dropped by his office with an unmarked package in hand and a curious frown.

Kit barely had it open before his phone was ringing, unknown highlighted at the top. As he finally tore one side free and was able to see the contents, he accepted the call.

“It’s not my birthday,” Kit said, admiring the gleaming metal as he plucked one of the blades from inside. “Why the gift?”

A pair of butterfly knives.

They were solid looking things, the handles of the knives drawn away to show the sharp-tipped blades. The craftsmanship going into making them even impressed Kit who’d seen plenty of beautiful weaponry over his twenty-eight years, but more interesting was the detailing on the handles.

Skulls were carved into the metal, wisps of smoke flowing through each one.

“They’re not for you,” his brother responded, a blood-curdling scream following his words. “D’you mind? I’m in the middle of a phone call.”

“Should I even ask?” Kit inquired with a roll of his eyes.

“It’s best you don’t, but what I’m doing here is of little relevance. The package I sent was for Luna since that’s who I addressed it to.”

Actually, Kit hadn’t bothered to read the label, but as he flipped the box around, turning the flap over, it was, in fact, labeled for Luna. “And why would you be sending her gifts?”

There was a smile in Uilleam’s voice as he asked, “Do I detect a note of jealousy? I’m disappointed, brother. I never thought it would be a woman that came between us.”

“You’re not in the habits of freely given presents—that’s not your style.”

“Isn’t it? A place in my Den is considered a gift to many. Besides, I’m kind to those I appreciate.”

Kit smirked. “You’re never kind to me.”

“So that should tell you the extent of my feelings toward you.”

Kit might have laughed if his brother’s words weren’t partly true. “So you intend to gift her with knives? Are you surveilling me?” Kit asked, glancing around his office. He wouldn’t put it past the man to do something like that.

Uilleam scoffed. “Of course not. I respect your privacy.”

That, Kit didn’t believe for a second. “Then how could you possibly know she had a predilection for knives?”

“Don’t you?”

Kit chose not to acknowledge that. “Then I guess my question is why you’re sending them to her.”

“Because I have a job for her,” Uilleam said, “one I would have delivered in person if not for this unfortunate business with my banker.”

“Is that Donald you’re having tortured? What has he done now?”

“Nothing that concerns the Runehart trust. Now, back to the job.”

“Go on.”

“Her target is Lawrence Kendall.”

“That’s not wise.”

“By all means,” Uilleam replied dryly.

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