Misha
We normally all get up at around the same time, so I’m surprised when Rei shows up at the restaurant downstairs at about eight thirty in the morning instead of his usual seven o’clock. As soon as I look behind him, I realize why.
There’s a sliver of someone behind him, and my breath catches in my throat when I see the figure’s curly blonde hair. It doesn’t take long for me to realize that Trine is with him, her fingers gripping the sleeve of his bomber jacket.
I don’t know why, but I’m instantly angry. I’m annoyed she’s there, but I’m more annoyed that she’s therewith him. There’s a pink blush on her cheeks, and her hair is messy around her face. She stayed the night with him, and afterglow looks great on her.
"Mornin’," Woods says quietly.
Next to me, Salinas obviously stifles laughter. "I’m going to go get some coffee," he says. "I’m still barely awake."
"Bad dreams?" Woods asks him.
Luke chuckles, shaking his head as he walks past him. "Morning, Trine."
Even from behind him, I can see Trine stand up taller. She clears her throat. "Mornin’, Father," she mumbles under her breath. He cranes his neck to look back at me, shaking his head slightly, but he looks amused.
This isn’t funny. He was supposed to be getting answers, not sleeping with her.
He pulls out a chair for her, and she tilts her head up to smile gratefully at him. She’s wearing a choker around her slim neck, her hair tumbling in waves down on her bare shoulders. "I’ll bring you coffee. Do you want some water?" Woods asks her. "Drinks are all self-service, but someone will come take your order soon."
"Yes," she says, flashing him a warm smile. "Thank you."
He smiles back at her, brushing a strand of hair away from her shoulder, and I have to resist the urge to grind my teeth. Trine watches him as he walks away, finally turning to look at me, her eyes narrowing. "Hi," she says. "You don’t look happy to see me."
I shake my head. "None of my business," I say. "Just surprised is all."
"Why? He’s hot," she says, defiance in her eyes. She cocks her head a little. "And I’m an adult. I’m allowed to have sex with whoever I want."
"You’re allowed to do anything you want," I say coolly. "He should know better."
"Why?" she asks. "I’m not his patient. Unless you sent him on some sort of work assignment, then I don’t see why…"
She trails off. I can’t help it; I’ve always worn my emotions on my sleeve. It’s gotten me in trouble before, though the possessed don’t normally seem to care.
Trine is a different story. She cares. She’s angry.
"I didn’t send him to sleep with you," I say, dropping my voice so they can’t hear me. "I was curious about what had happened at the restaurant, and he said he would happily dig into it. I did not tell him he had to go fuck you. I’m sure he came to that conclusion all on his own."
Her eyes widen for a second, and it looks like she’s about to crumble, but she doesn’t. "Fuck," she says, a muscle along her jaw clenching. "Fuck! What an asshole. Ugh, this is so typical. And I thought he was so nice."
As soon as Woods arrives with her drink, she grabs the water and stands up, splashing the liquid on her hands. "You know," she says, closing the space between them. She speaks so quietly I can hardly hear her. "If I didn’t care about making a scene, I’d throw this water in your face right now. Go fuck yourself, Dr. Woods. Thanks for the water."
Woods opens his mouth to say something, and Trine slowly tilts her hand in the space between her and Woods, pouring the ice cold water down the front of his pants. He takes a swift step back, but it’s too late. The water is already dripping down the front of his body, on his dark green pants, getting on his shoes.
He swears softly under his breath, but he doesn’t chase her—he just gets in the booth. He’s probably freezing, his eyes narrowing as he looks at me. Salinas watches her storm out, then sits next to me.
"What happened there?" Salinas asks, his gaze finally falling on Woods’. Woods is staring at me, fury written all over his face.
"I don’t know," he says, his tone even. Like it almost always is. There’s just something there, low-simmering and scary. "But I’m sure Misha is about to tell us. Aren’t you?"
I swallow. "I didn’t do anything," I say. "I just told her the truth."
"Explain," he says, his back straightening. We’ve never gotten into a fight before, not a physical one, from the way he’s clenching his jaw, I’m almost sure this could happen. "Thoroughly."
"I just told her that you had an assignment to do," I say. "Which you did. I didn’t realize it was a secret."
"It was not a secret," he replies between gritted teeth. "But I would’ve liked to be the one to tell her."