Page 93 of Tempting Fate

“Occult?” Flynn asks.

“He’s a necromancer,” Dax says and ignores the faces we both pull. Not that wolves have to worry that much about necromancers. That’s really more a vampire thing. Still. They’re rare. “But he asked around. No one in the space got an email. Not even the people doing the same stuff as Em. It was just him.”

“So… Someone targeted him, specifically?”

Dax nods. Flynn leans forward, resting his elbows on his thighs. “Okay, what are you thinking?” he asks.

Dax blushes. “Well, not me, but… Either someone already knew about the mate connection, which would mean…”

“Fae,” Flynn and I say as one.

“Yeah,” Dax says. “But the Hunt aren’t involved, and the alphas don’t seem panicked enough for that.”

“The other option?” I ask. I already know, and now I’m cursing the fact that I’m stuck here because I can’t get out and help him.

“Someone was targeting Em specifically.” Dax sighs. “It’s what Sam said to Kieran. It’s not about revealing us. We’ve been caught out enough times, had enough near misses. It feels more like someone’s after Em, and if he leaves our protection…”

“He might be in danger,” Flynn says.

My wolf howls. And Jamie lives with him. And I can’t go there; I’m not allowed to leave the flat, never mind our territory, but—

“I don’t want to disobey my alpha,” Dax says, and his voice shakes, “but yeah, I think he is.”