Just the lone Guardian whose mission there was as hidden to the boy-god as the Original Being's.
When she was cleaned up, she set about doing what she did every morning: rifling through the sparse pantry then searching the mansion for more information. She went to the bedroom without a door that had been hers until she took up her spot sleeping in the foyer. There were two heads on the bed this day: that of a buck and one of a bear. Each had a note.
Jenn ignored them both. Her surveillance team had yet to follow her to the restroom, and she disappeared inside, locking the door. She stripped out of her vest and hid her bag under the sink. Jenn placed the blade of a knife between her teeth and pried the window of her bathroom open. Cold wind swept through the room.
She knocked the snow off the ledge. As she did every day, she wriggled out onto it and crept the length of the ledge to the neighboring window. Jonny's bathroom was four times the size of hers. She pulled the window open and dropped in, glancing around to make sure she was alone. She peeked from his bathroom into the largest bedroom suite in the mansion then stepped into the area serving as a living room and study.
The Black God's bedroom door was closed for the first time in a week. Judging by the position of his computer, he'd been on it last night, and the black notebook where he wrote notes to himself about his duties was missing. She'd been trying to get her hands on it since arriving. Damian had assigned her here to help Jonny root out the vamps who were working with Others in the Black God's ranks.
More importantly, she had to find out what Jonny's next step was, once the month-long truce between White and Black Gods was up. Nearly all of the Guardians were without their magic. Vamps would be able to pick them off as easily as they did humans. She needed to know what Jonny planned.
Jenn started forward then paused with a glance towards the closed bedroom door. She was sensitive to any change in his habits. Even something as small as a closed door made her instincts tingle.
She crossed to it and pushed it open, her attention falling to the slender blonde slung across Jonny's bed. The dead woman's pale skin and hair starkly contrasted with Jonny's black silk sheets and duvet. Her missing throat left Jenn no doubt what happened. What dismay she felt at Jonny's first killing a week ago had slid into understanding that the Black God was merely becoming what he was.