The Rogue Hunter's Mate [Paranormal Protection Unit 10] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Honor James Page A

he watched her. “I’ll be up most of the night anyway. Still have work to get done and Rogues to hunt. Thank the Gods for the technological age.” Z loved technology, loved using it, and just plain loved having it. Some of it he didn’t understand but that was why he had Quincy on speed dial.
    “I’m just giving you the truth. The simple truth is that I seriously doubt I will sleep without having some sleeping pills or something like that. I hate it but there it is, and as for the nightmares…” She shrugged. “I’ve had them every single night for the last five years.”
    “Delivery still sucks,” he told her. “Have another drink and I’ll go see if there’s anything around here that might work. Otherwise I’ll make a trip to the base and get you something,” he said with a shrug. He had the time and other than a run, he didn’t have any hard and fast plans in place for anything.
    “That’s okay,” she assured him with a grin. “Thank you, I really do appreciate it but I and truly have to be able to handle this on my own.” She didn’t want him to have to make an extra trip just for her. It would bug her to death if he went out of his way for her.
    “Well, let me know if you need something,” he told her, “It’ll give me an excuse to go to the base and get a few things.” Pushing off the island he went to the sink and began to wash the dishes, giving her a time to eat.
    “As long as you have some Tylenol PM I will be very happy,” she admitted. “But if you don’t, I would be very thankful for some. That and wine. Do you have some wine or beer?” She was more than ready to get sloshed so that she could just forget the last few hours.
    “There’s some beer in the fridge but that’s about it,” he told her. “Help yourself,” he said, tipping his head. “Glasses are on my left in the cupboard if you want one.” Z wasn’t sure she wouldn’t just drink it from the bottles or cans. “I think there is some Tylenol in the cupboard on the left of the fridge with the medical items.”
    “I don’t need a glass,” she told him when she saw the bottles in there. Twisting the top off, she took a drink and leaned against the counter. She was more than a little nervous, but then again, with what she had just gone through who wouldn’t be nervous? It was honestly quite simple. She knew she was a marked woman, just didn’t know how to escape her fate. “I hate the wait,” she whispered. “That is the hardest part. Waiting. Waiting to see if the courts would convict him. And then waiting to find out if he could be considered mentally competent. The wait is one of the hardest parts of it all.”
    Collecting her plate, he cleaned it, and after rinsing, set it in the drying rack. Draining the sink he wiped everything down and looked at her. “The wait kills most people. They get antsy, they go against instructions, and give in to baser instincts of flight. Running will get most people killed, but they think they can do better on their own, why do they need help?” Drying his hands, he leaned back against the counter and crossed his arms. “I know it will chafe, but know that no one is going to get at you as long as you are here. You stay close to me and I can promise you’ll stay alive. If you don’t, if you choose to try and make it on your own…” Z shrugged. “My bet would be about a day and a half tops. With the cops, three to four days max.”
    “I hate that you are right.” Her brother was deadly brilliant. She wasn’t even sure if she would make it staying with Zaidu. “Brian is more than brilliant, Zaidu. He is a sociopath unlike any that you have ever run across. He has absolutely zero moral filters and an IQ that is immeasurable. He’s truly the monster that stalks at night.”
    “The smarter they are in some areas, the dumber they are in others. Everyone has a fatal flaw, everyone,” he told her. “You, me, Brian, we all have that one thing that will get us each