Fair Game

world built of religiously watched TV shows and movies, FBI agents would never have said something that personal to a person they had just met. They’d work up to it gradually—or insinuate something carefully. By the suddenly appalled look on Agent Fisher’s face, it was the same in her little world.
    An Omega makes everyone a bit more protective, Asil had told her a while ago. Anna hadn’t really connected it to the human world.
    Anna grinned and hid her sympathy. “No. They didn’t tie up poor, weak, innocent, little old me and force me to marry him.” She considered it. “He’snot weak or innocent, but if I’d had to, I might have tied
him
up and forced
him
to marry me. Thankfully, it wasn’t necessary.”
    The other woman had recovered herself. “You said that he is the reason we couldn’t bring in more people?”
    “Right,” Anna said. “But if you wait a moment, I’d rather just explain it once, and I think that—”
    She let her voice linger while she timed the footsteps (not Charles’s) that she heard outside the conference room door. It might have been some hotel guest wandering the halls, but there were two men walking with purposeful speed that was just a little too fast to be comfortable, the way men who are competing with each other sometimes do.
    The door popped open. Leslie’s attention diverted from listening to Anna to watching the new additions to the room. She took a couple of steps forward until she stood between Anna and the newcomers, putting Anna at her back. Which made Anna and the FBI agent a team facing the pair of Cantrip people—at least, that was who Anna assumed they were because there were two of them. Two Cantrip, two FBI, and one Homeland Security was what Charles had told her. She found it more than a little interesting that the FBI agent saw them as opponents—and Anna as an ally.
    “Jim. So they’re letting you out with the big boys now?” Leslie’s tone was dry. Anna thought that the two men who came in took that as an amiable comment, one of those digs friends might make. But watching the other woman’s body language carefully told Anna that Leslie was very guarded, more so than she’d been around Anna after the first few minutes.
    “Leslie!” the younger man exclaimed with a real smile. His body language said he liked the FBI agent, whatever she thought of him. “Special Agent Fisher,” he corrected himself. “Good to see you. I am one of the big boys and have been for a long time. This is Dr. Steve Singh.”
    Leslie reached out and shook the hands that were offered her. “And what does Homeland Security want with a serial killer? That’s for the local cops. The only reason this one is FBI is because our killer’s been traveling across state lines for years.”
    Homeland Security. There was supposed to be only one person from Homeland Security. Anna frowned. Charles wasn’t going to be happy about that. He didn’t like surprises. He probably had a file on everyone who was coming to this shindig.
    Singh didn’t say anything, just studied the FBI agent’s face before moving on to Anna’s. She stared back at him, just to see what he’d do. He frowned at her and tried to get her to look away, but even Bran couldn’t do that if she didn’t allow it, and he was nowhere near as dominant as Bran—or even Agent Fisher, for that matter. But Anna dropped her eyes anyway. There was no sense starting a fight until it was important.
    “We heard that there was going to be someone higher up speaking for the werewolves on this,” answered Jim Nolastname, apparently oblivious to the staring contest his partner had engaged in with Anna. “We decided that it would be a good idea if we knew who he was and what he had to say.”
    Only a subtle tightening in the FBI agent’s back told Anna that the unconscious arrogance in the man’s voice had ticked her off.
    “And why are there two of you?” Fisher asked. “The request was for no more than five people. Two of us, two from Cantrip, and one of you.”
    The FBI agent had known why Homeland Security was checking out the werewolf, Anna thought. She hadn’t been surprised that there were two of them—but she was making a point of it for Anna’s sake. By not introducing Anna first, she was leading them to think Anna was the other FBI agent and letting them spill their agenda in front of the enemy.
    “We leaned on Cantrip a little,” said Jim. “They owed us.”
    It shouldn’treally matter that