Free Viking Sensitivity (Night World Series Book 2) by Gretchen S. B.

with her gaze. He knew Raider, Poet, and Gwen were all watching the MP. Slowly and authoritatively he moved his head so he could look her in the eyes. He recognized her in a vague sort of way. He had probably been introduced to her at some point by someone. But he couldn't for the life of him remember her name or a particular circumstance where he would've been introduced.
    "Can I help you?" He said quietly enough that only the MP and his companions could hear him.
    The woman nodded to Gwen in acknowledgement before looking back at Viking. "What is it that you want with her?"
    That caught Viking off guard. It was blunt which he found refreshing however it wasn't expected. Before he could answer Gwen did it for him.
    "Excuse me but may I ask how we know you? And what specifically your question pertains to? Because as a general rule people do not inquisition the head Warrior of the Lady of the Dead's detail."
    Viking stole a glance at Gwen. She was smiling politely at the other woman. But he knew the look in her eyes was not exactly friendly. He could feel the protectiveness coming off of her in waves and tried not to smile. Poet and Raider looked on behind her giving the MP blank yet intimidating expressions.
    The MP leaned back before she realized what she was doing. Then she looked between Viking and Gwen. "Look, I'm not one to beat around the bush. But it seems a bit odd when a Warrior, a well-known Warrior, is suddenly sniffing around a girl who’s basically my niece. It is not like she's part of the Night World or anything like that. She's just a relatively strong human sensitive.
    "This is made even stranger by the fact that her shielding goes a little wonky when she meets him. If you ask me that all doesn't add up. So I ask again, what exactly is it that you want with her?"
    Viking had to hand it to the woman, though his mind wanted him to jump down her throat, for daring to question his judgment or to question him at all, he knew that was the Maddening, mostly the Maddening in any case.
    Taking a deep breath he pushed the aggressive anger aside before answering. "My interest in Mia is that I find her an interesting, beautiful, and intelligent woman. I am expressing that interest by spending time with her. As for the holes in her shielding I'm not entirely sure what you're talking about. You have to explain it to me."
    She watched him for several moments. He wasn't entirely sure she was going to give him any sort of response but in the end she answered.
    "Something attacked her in a dream last night." The woman sounded almost hesitant like even though she was already speaking she still wasn't sure whether she wanted to continue. "Though it appeared to be rather benign she said she felt frightened by it. That if it touched her she knew something bad would happen. The girl has good instincts when it comes to that kind of thing. If she says she was in any kind of danger then she was."
    That made Viking's blood run cold and hot at the same time. He was frightened for her. Curious as to what these abilities entailed more specifically. What this being would want with her abilities. He was angry anything would dare try and attack his mate. He wanted to rip it to shreds. Whatever it may be. Then it dawned on him whatever it may be it was probably a being of the Spirit World, that made it Gwen's territory. She would be the one, the only one, who might be able to help his mate.
    Apparently Gwen was thinking the same thing. "Could you perhaps describe what it was to me?"
    The woman looked at Gwen for the first time since they started speaking. The look on her face said that she was frustrated at being derailed from her initial line of questioning but also said she wasn't going to dismiss Gwen's question because it was still important.
    "She said it appeared as Pac-Man to begin with. She was one of those little ghosts. When he caught her instead of eating her he turned into this black almost shapeless thing. She said she could see