"This is going to give Damian some heartache with the Watchers."
"Not at all. Damian will tell them to go to hell. He wouldn't order your mate killed any more than he would his."
"The thing is, I'm not sure she'll make it out of this alive anyway," Jule said and rubbed the back of his neck. "Damian and I spent months in Europe trying to figure out why our Guardians were disappearing here. The Others weren't just helping Czerno, they were killing them off, too. My … mate's house is sitting on the bodies of tens of thousands of Guardians."
"Tell me she didn't know," Dusty said and sat forward. "If you want her gone …"
"No, Dusty," Jule said. "She didn't know. She's in a rough spot."
"We've figured out the Others are creating some sort of weapon."
"Old news, Dust-man. She is the weapon."
Dusty was quiet, and Jule searched the floor for his shirt and jacket. He had an Other to stalk.
"That doesn't bode well for either of you," Dusty said at last.
"Tell D if anyone kills her, it'll be me," Jule replied.
"It won't come to that."
"I hope not. I need some of your toys, Dusty."
The assassin obliged without question, stripping off weapons and handing them to Jule. Jule positioned them around his body.
"D's coming soon, Jule," Dusty said quietly. "He's getting ready to make a stand against the Other. Whatever you need to do, do it fast. The minute he sets foot in Ireland, there will be no way to keep things quiet."
"Got it," Jule said.
"I'll let D know what's going on. Take my phone. I'll get another."
"Dusty." Jule looked up from strapping a knife to his calf and accepted the phone. "Thanks."
The assassin gave a trace of a smile, closed his eyes, and disappeared.
Armed and ready, Jule Transported himself to the Guardians' local station, where he startled Rourk.
"Contact my second-in-command, Sasha, and tell him to discreetly send me a couple dozen Guardians," Jule ordered. "And, all the Naturals who can Transport."
"Will do. Thought you might be interested in something I found in Sean's notebook," Rourk said and rose, handing it to him. "He'd long thought the girl and her father were unusual. He kept notes on when they visited town and where they went."