A Hunters Prey

Chapter 9: Impressions

"Travis Slater." Callan leaned against the table beside me, it was the first we'd spoken since the meeting was called. That was over twenty-five minutes ago, "That's where you took us yesterday. He runs the Lounge."

His voice had an effect on me that I fought to resist every time he spoke to me; it was like rough gravel, deep and insanely sexy. Sometimes, I could feel his gaze on me and I wondered if he knew how he made me feel when he spoke.

Things that confused.

"Yeah." I confirmed, keeping my gaze locked on the door that Travis was behind. Being interrogated for the second time in one day about the same thing, at least he will be well rehearsed, "He's my street contact; ex-agent."

An awkward silence settled between us, and Callan winged up a brow at me. Something that I had always found to be devilishly handsome on him, "Did you play him too?" He asked in an entirely too audacious tone, and I rolled my eyes as the tension shifted.

"No." I deadpanned, meeting those icy oceanic orbs. Trying not to drown in the intensity of them, and it was like I needed to fight ten times harder to maintain my thoughts, "Anything else?"

At the question meant for Callan, Elias turned to me with an all too serious expression, "Why didn't you turn him in when you found out he was a direct line?" He demanded haughtily, probably annoyed that I had been the one to turn him in, in the first place, "You could have saved us valuable time, Agent Michaelson."

"I wanted to know his side of the story." I shrugged which seemed to astonish Elias. It was selfish, really. I wanted to know whether Travis was worth protecting, gain an advantage whilst being on this team, "Besides, he's here. No harm, no foul."

Travis and I had been in communication for plenty of years but I wouldn't hesitate to put a bullet through him whenever the time came. Once he lost his value, he would lose my protection too because I can't afford dead weight.

We may have slept together but I promised him nothing more, and nothing less, than a social contract for protection in exchange for useful information.

When the doors cracked open, I wasn't surprised to see Travis storm out with a bloodied lip but it did make me straighten a little as Mr Hall and Lilith followed him out. The look of annoyance masked my informants fury, and his jaw shifted as he approached me.

"My cherie," He began in a somewhat strained tone, offering his arm as he approached, "I need a drink, and for you to continue to convince me that this was a good idea."

Lilith looked all too pleased with herself as she watched him walk towards him, fascination in her gaze. Most women looked at Travis with something other in their gaze, and I could understand the attraction; he had that wild look about him, promising unpredictability, and troubles.

"Not so fast, Mr Slater." My Hall's monotone voice drawled, making the blond come to a halt. His nostrils flared and I could tell that he wanted me dead, "I believe we cut you a deal?"

My brows rose at Travis and he composed himself after a moment before winging up a brow, "I don't get to sleep on it?" He asked in mock sarcasm, something that Mr Hall didn't seem entertained by, "Merde. I'm already her informant- something that pays well. What do you have to offer?"

"Your life." Lilith responded in amusement, which made the Cajun's eyes darken considerably. That only seemed to please her, "We have plenty of intel on you; and we know of plenty of people looking for you. If you assist us; then we'll wipe your criminal record clean."

Today, Lilith looked stunning in tight black pants that exposed the sheer length of her legs. I hated how casually she managed to look so...feminine, how she actually had one of those faces with such striking features.