Broken: Hidden Book Two by Colleen Vanderlinden Read Free Book Online Page A

the Detroit P.D., anyway?) I also had my usual influx of supernaturals seeing me. Brennan had started convincing some of them to talk to him rather than see me, trying to take some of the load off of me, and he filled me in on these cases when we had a chance to breathe.
    I hadn’t slept in three days. And even with my freakish metabolism and endurance, it was starting to take its toll on me.
    In addition to the craziness happening in the city, I still had the gateway Eunomia had warned me about on my mind. I hadn’t heard back from her about it, and even if I wanted to be guarding it right now, I didn’t know where it was or how to look for it.
    I was sitting in my office after finishing up with a meeting with the Brightmoor packmaster, warning him to keep his werewolves away from innocents. He’d been afraid of me, and I had a feeling he would be more attentive to what his pack was doing from now on.
    Brennan came in with a cup of coffee. “Last one will be here in a couple of minutes. I need to reduce the number of appointments I’m making for you. This is nuts,” he said, setting the coffee down next to me.
    “No, it’s fine. You’ve already taken on a lot of this shit for me. These are things I need to know right away so I can take care of them.” I picked up the coffee cup, took a long drink. “Thank you,” I said.
    “No problem.” He leaned against the edge of my desk, next to me. “Hey, Molly.”
    “Yeah?”
    “This next one…do you mind if I stay in the room with you for this?”
    I looked up at him. “Why?”
    “I just got a weird feeling when I was talking to this guy. Branford. Something seems off.”
    “Is anything ever
not
off about the people we deal with, Bren?” I asked.
    He grinned. “Good point. But this guy seemed more off than usual.”
    “I don’t need protection,” I said.
    “I know. I really am just being nosy. I want to hear what he says.”
    I shook my head, took another sip of coffee. “Fine.”
    “Good.” He walked out of the office, and I enjoyed a few seconds of peace before Shanti came in.
    “I cannot do this,” she said, holding up the copy of
Wuthering Heights
I’d left in her room, along with instructions to read it and write a paper on it.
    “Yes, you can.”
    “This is freaking impossible to read. These characters all seem like jerks, and I can’t even understand what they’re saying most of the time!”
    “Give it a shot. You’re smart. You will not regret reading it,” I said.
    She sighed. “Can’t I just read, like,
Twilight
or something?”
    I mock-glared at her. “Get your ass out of my office. When’s the last time you sparkled, vampire?”
    She walked away laughing. I heard Brennan mutter “Twilight?” as she passed him, and she laughed more. He glanced into my office. “He’s here. Ready?”
    I nodded, took another sip of coffee. Then I leaned back in my chair and waited. Brennan led my next appointment into the office, then closed the door behind both of them. Dahael and Bashiok, as always, flanked me. I felt them both stiffen in anger and hate as the man entered the room.
    “Angel, this is Devin Branford,” Brennan said, standing behind the chair Branford would be sitting in. Ready. On edge.
    I could see why. Branford was a demon. A pretty powerful one, from what I could feel. Not as powerful as me, but he was powerful enough to cause trouble. He stood a little over six feet. Shorter than Bren. But he was solid muscle, biceps bulging under the black t-shirt he wore. He was not an attractive man. Shaved head. Eyes that were nearly black. A hooked nose, cruel-looking mouth.
    “Angel. A pleasure to meet one of my kind,” he said, bowing his head to me.
    “Thank you. Please, have a seat,” I said, gesturing to the chair. Branford nodded and sat, crossing one leg over his knee.
    “Thank you. I would like to offer my condolences on the loss of the Nain Rouge. We did not always see eye to eye.” He glanced back at Brennan. “I