On it was one soul, that of his brother Kris, who had given up his life to get Katie out of Death's underworld.
I don't suppose you will find a need to raise him or Kris as you did me.
Andre, Kris and Sasha.
And this is for taking Kris from me!
"I didn't … I don't know a Kris," she stammered.
And Rhyn and Kris and Kiki, Toby said cheerfully.
You made Kris and Gabe trade their souls for Katie and baby's then you quit.
"His brother Kris will take care of it," she said.
Kris raised an eyebrow and turned to Ully.
"Ully, check the info we got from her," Kris ordered.
Kris waited until the door closed.
Kris asked, the worry lines on his forehead deepening.
"That doesn't make sense," Kris said, and leaned forward.
Kris looked at him hard.
Neither Kris nor Sasha was capable of mercy or empathy.
Kris's features clouded, and Gabriel suspected it was because Kris had been with his current lover, Jade, for hundreds of years.
"This isn't good," Kris voiced.
Kris shook his head, his look of disapproval mixed with amusement.
Gabriel liked Kris as much as he'd ever liked anyone despite the bad blood between Kris and his half-brother, Rhyn.
Kris left, and Gabriel closed his eyes, crossing into the shadow world before emerging on the street outside the woman's apartment building.
No girls ever visit my lab, and Kris rarely lets me leave.
Kris glanced at her and then back at the screen.
"Meaning she's immune to many of our talents," Kris supplied with a frown.
He studied the DNA molecule to see if the child was related to the man.
He didn't doubt his second and his lover would move on, if Kris chose to take the woman as his mate.
Kris felt the intent gazes of both of his deputies, who left the obvious unvoiced.
Surprised, Kris eyed him.
We need to know how many people have this mutation and where they are, Kris ordered.
Kris had never heard anything so ridiculous.
Kris traveled via shortcuts through the shadow world as Gabriel did and willed himself to the in-between world.
Jeans and T-shirt, Kris, really?
"I like the cheap shit," Kris replied, accepting his whiskey.
Kris smiled, and Andre echoed the movement, the skin around his eyes crinkling in warmth.
Kris chuckled, at ease with his brother despite the unprotected penthouse on the top floor of a building that could be easily leveled by a single explosive charge.
Andre pursed his lips in displeasure as Kris reappeared.
Kris asked as he poured himself a second glass of whiskey.
Kris sat opposite his brother.
Kris knew his brother too well to know he'd not betray the trust of anyone, even a man who wanted to kill him.
Kris, care to explain?
"I'll start," Kris said.
He didn't say this, but Kris knew it was on everyone's mind.
Kris sat back, satisfied.
Kris remained where he was, aware they'd destroy each other if allowed.
"No one knows her identity, and no one else sees her," Kris said firmly.
Kris chuckled, aware his older brother could wait him out.
Kris said nothing, feeling at once foolish and like he was the child Andre used to chastise for failing to focus on his duties.
Kris willed himself to the shadow world and walked back to his underground refuge, heart heavy.
Kris accepted the glass of whiskey but avoided Jade's extended hand.
Jade waited, and Kris held his gaze in silence.
Kris let him go despite his desire to follow him.
Images of Kris, his only love in two thousand years, swam through his thoughts.
Kris will send a car for you.
Katie, you forgot your drink at the bar, Kris said, holding out the iced whiskey to her.