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The momentary spike in Schippers’s heart rate did not escape Lulu, but he steadied it far too quickly to be someone she pegged as easily motivated by basic instinct: He, like the rest she had met so far, was a code to be cracked more with her mind than her body.



It made for a more interesting case, regardless. 



She opened her eyes, still heavy and lacking in focus, and turned first to the healer who had touched her. The healer was not a beautiful woman, from what Lulu saw n the shadows under her hood, but an interesting one. She had an easily learned face, and the tell-tale scent of a Fallen. “Hello, Fel,” Lulu said, taking the name cue from Montana. 



She then let her eyes wander over to the Schippers man, and furrowed her brow in his direction. He was hard, wolfish, and handsome, like the men she’d grown accustomed to working with during her time as a human. A charming smirk over venomous fangs, and a plan they would never even allude to having. “Mr… Spire?” she asked, though she had heard his name quite well already.

And finally, her lazy assessment of the room moved back to Montana, watching him with a different sharpness than that which she had observed the others. If anyone here knew what was going on, it was him: His moves were practiced, emotions veiled. He was playing the kind of game one would only notice being played if they, too, were participating. 



He was good at what he did.



“I suppose you did buy me dinner,” she said at last, tone joking as she propped herself up onto one elbow, “Though, I think you may have slipped me something. I can’t seem to remember coming into a bedroom. Or being invited to any meeting?”