19
Serin was in a foul mood. Not only had she accidentally wrecked the phone and possibly her only lead to Puck, but now the safe house was breached by Agent Romero, who’d apparently been cozying up to Loki in his drag form.
Romero was shaking his head. He thumbed in the direction of Loki’s closed door. “So the guy from the shoot-out is one of you?” he asked.
Serin’s lips tightened, debating. What was worse? Too little knowledge or too much?
He’s traveled in your medium.
Romero had already seen too much. Once opened, some doors couldn’t be closed. A man with his tenacity wasn’t about to give up without answers, and the last thing she needed was to have him running around, dogging her steps, trying to get those answers on his own.
She let out a long-suffering sigh. “No. He’s a Loki.”
