Page 18 (1/2)

"There are one of two answers to that question," I say "Either she’s not just ‘one woanization herself, or she’s just really good and is playing us like chess pieces"

I a a person out It has been my job since I was first initiated into The Order as a boy to know ut tells anizations--at least not anymore Her skill indicates that sheis personal rather than professional

If Izabel were not involved, things would be goingalong with it for Izabel I don’t like it, but it is what it is I’ll play her game for now, but not forever

Izabel walks past oes into the room Woodard and I follow

"Well, weabout her," Izabel says, crossing her are screen, "but she did tell me that her father was the one who cut off the tip of her pinky finger"

Nora is sitting in the same spot, noith her feet propped on the table, crossed at the ankles, her black heels swaying side to side, her long legs like landing strips stretched out before her dressed in black leather

"It’s not ," Izabel adds

"So she has daddy issues," Dorian chi in front of the screens with a boot on the table A paper cup of coffee sits to his left; steahters, Woodard," Niklas says with laughter in his voice Then he taps Woodard on the ar across his unshaven face "Damn, I didn’t know you were such a ladies’acceptance from the rest of us, but it turns to a look of shame instead He shakes his head and sits down in a chair in front of the screens

"Well, I was thinking the sa by the time I left that roo with hers doith Carter If she’s related toit close," Dorian says "She gave us forty-eight hours to figure this out" His blond head snaps around and looks up at me fro in response

"I think we should all compare blood samples with hers," Woodard says

"Fine by"I know for a fact I don’t have any damn kids Besides, even if I could have kids, she can’t be older than twenty-four, twenty-five? Can’t behersex at thirteen?" Woodard asks

Niklas’ eyebrows draw together "Actually no," he saysbeat to near death bytrained"

Silence falls over the roohs and says to Woodard, "So you were getting laid at thirteen? What the hell happened to you?" He laughs and looks Woodard’s large size and balding head over with ae happened to

"Look," I speak out, "if she’s not Woodard’s daughter, she could be someone’s sister Let’s just see what the blood says No sense in speculating"

Dorian nods at , and he turns back to the screens