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effort, some forethought.
When Trey didn’t answer, Jonah glanced up, a mutinous expression on his face, like he wasn’t going to repeat himself. So Trey considered the question. What did he want from Jonah?
“I don’t want anything,” he began carefully.
“Then why are you here?”
“Would you prefer I leave?”
Jonah shrugged, which Trey found interesting. Good. Perhaps there was some curiosity to carry them past this awkward introduction.
He tried to start again, though honest to God, conversation had never come easily to him. “I was on vacation—”
“You work?” This asked in a tone that suggested Trey had accomplished the impossible.
“Yes.”
“What’s your job?” There was a kind of eagerness there, muted by Jonah’s suspicions, but Trey responded to Jonah’s desire for knowledge. He wondered how much Jonah knew or didn’t know about the outside world.
“Law enforcement.” Trey was not going to get more specific than that.
“So, you’re like police.”
“Yes.” He wasn’t police, but like police was close enough.
Jonah poked the fire again, making it unnecessarily smoky. “Do they know? Do the people you work with know you’re a werewolf?”
“No.” His handler, Kingley, suspected something was going on and was dangerously curious about Trey, but he was trying to fix that.
“Does anyone know?”
“Well, you do.”
This brought Jonah around to face him. His eyes were fire-lit green, his face pale with red splotches, perhaps from the heat of the fire, perhaps from his obvious stress.
“Who knows about you, Jonah?” Trey asked.
“Just you,” he mumbled, voice low.
“Where’s your family?”
“Dead.” Jonah probably wasn’t aware of the bruised expression that crossed his face when he uttered that one word. “Where’s your family?”
Fair enough. Jonah had questions and Trey tried to answer them, even if he didn’t want to. “My parents are dead. I have a daughter I never see. Not werewolf.”
“Oh.” Jonah’s brow furrowed, but he didn’t ask for more information on her. “No brothers or sisters?”
Trey said heavily, “I have a younger brother.”
“Is he a werewolf too?”
“Yes. But we’re not close.” It was hard to talk about Gabriel, and Jonah must have noticed because he wore a slight frown.
“My brother wasn’t a lynx.”
“I’m sorry that he’s gone.”
Jonah accepted that with a sharp nod. But he didn’t let go of his interest in Gabriel. “Do you see your brother?”
“No.” Trey shook his head, saw that Jonah was expecting more, and Trey weighed his options. If he shut down, Jonah would shut down, that seemed pretty evident. “My brother is…unstable, and hates me.”
“Unstable.”
There was no sense dancing around it, although a stone settled in Trey’s chest, as it always did when he thought about Gabriel. “He’s a killer.”
“You’re not?”
“I’m not unstable.” This wasn’t quite the way Trey had wanted the conversation to go. Except the comment didn’t alarm Jonah. In fact his gaze intensified.
“Not all killers are unstable.” It was a statement. Kind of. He also wanted validation.
“That is my belief.” Trey tucked away Jonah’s comment for later and tried to steer the conversation elsewhere. “I was on vacation…”
He waited, in case Jonah had something else to say or ask, but Jonah just nodded encouragement.
“I like to be alone on vacation, to be wolf.” If it had been anyone else besides this young man who managed to be wary and yet eager, Trey would have felt stupid for sounding so awkward. But he supposed Jonah might not have had many people in his life to compare him to. So his conversational skills didn’t have to be strong, as long as he communicated something . “But I need some kind of purpose when I’m on vacation, or I’m too much at loose ends.”
Here, Jonah nodded again, almost fiercely.
“So I’d heard of a giant-lynx sighting and I thought I’d check it out.”
Fear entered Jonah’s