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“What the hell is she doing here?”
Kieran Black.
CHAPTER 16
Lucy
Saturday night, very late
I ignored the pleasantries being stiffly exchanged since Nicholas was lying really close to me. It was so wrong that I wanted to snuggle against his side.
It was Nicholas.
Byron was a welcome distraction as he ambled up the stairs and lay on my other side. He had kibble breath and was close enough that he drooled on my arm. I nudged him.
“Move over, you big lump.” He just gave me that doggy look, the pathetic one I could never resist. “Fine, but at least quit drooling on me. It’s gross.” I scratched his ear briefly. “Some watchdog you are.” I knew the other two Bouviers would be lying down near Hart and Hope, eyeing them hungrily.
“I want to assure you,” Hart was saying in the living room, “that I have officially retracted the bounty on the Drake clan, just so there are no more misunderstandings.”
“We’re glad to hear it,” Liam said blandly. I could just imagine what retort Helena was biting back.
“It was an accident,” Hart continued, sounding hard. “And one that will be rectified immediately.”
“I suggest you keep a closer rein on your organization,” Helena said. “Or I will cease to keep such a tight rein on mine.”
“Understood. We stand by our treaty,” Hope interjected. “This is an internal problem and should never have leaked out.”
Their voices dropped slightly. There was the clink of glasses. I squirmed, trying to peer around the stairs into the living room. I could see the edge of a chair and nothing else. There wasn’t even anyone sitting in it.
“I’m going to try and get closer,” I murmured.
When Nicholas didn’t try and stop me, I turned to look at him. He was asleep. His cheek rested on his hand, pale skin gleaming, dark brown hair tousled. His features were sculpted, sensual, and dark. It was totally unfair how beautiful he was. Even if it did sound like he might be snoring a little. Byron snorted and rolled over.
“You two are a lot of help,” I said.
And then the quiet shattered.
There was no actual sound of warning, only Hart sailing out of the living room, crashing into the foyer wall and sprawling across the floor in a heap. The chandelier above him rattled alarmingly. At the sound, Nicholas startled awake and flipped himself over me, as if he was protecting me from an airborne missile. He pressed into me, about as yielding as a slab of cold marble. He looked slightly disoriented, not quite fully awake.
“Can’t breathe,” I croaked.
He shifted slightly but didn’t get off me. I could see the thick fringe of his eyelashes, his hair falling over his forehead to tickle mine.
“Foyer,” I wheezed. We both craned our necks. Helena marched out, all black leather and motherly fury. Byron raced down the stairs.
“Where is my daughter?” She seethed, her pale eyes practically glowing. Liam flanked her, simmering. I could all but see the leash on his temper straining to release. Hope took a stake from her belt.
“I wouldn’t,” Bruno advised quietly.
“What the hell was that for?” Hart sat up, his left eye already purpling.
Liam lifted his cell phone. “That was one of my sons, gone to ground because of your blasted league.”
“I told you we didn’t set the damn bounty,” Hart said through his teeth. “I explained.”
“Then explain to me, human,” Helena sneered, “why my daughter has been taken by your agents.”
Hart stared at her. “What?”
Sebastian and Geoffrey joined them from the living room. Boudicca barked once, blocking Hart from doing anything more than sitting up. Nicholas shifted off me, growling low in his throat.
“That’s impossible,” Hart insisted. He reached for his own cell phone and punched in a number. He barked out questions, swore viciously under his breath at the replies.
Sunlight touched the windows on either side of the door.
“Unit’s gone rogue,” he declared.
Hope paled. “No.”
Helena sniffed the air delicately, then nodded at her husband. “He’s not lying.” Beside me, Nicholas sniffed as well. He frowned. I frowned back.
“What?”
“It’s not a lie, but I smell something else. Something I can’t quite place.”
“More lemon shampoo?”
“No. Definitely not that.”
Bruno signaled to the dogs and they eased back, letting Hart get to his feet.
“We have to shut them down,” he said darkly. I wondered if he had a gun strapped inside a shoulder holster under his coat. “Now. Before the damage becomes irrevocable.”
“I am forced to agree.” Liam held up a hand. “However, we had a treaty, Hart. And it was broken. Under the circumstances, I believe a show of faith is in order.” Hart sighed. “What did you have in mind, Drake?”
“One of you stays here.”
“You’re taking hostages now?”
“You have our daughter. Her safety must be assured.”
“You have our word,” Hope said.
Liam raised one eyebrow. “Not nearly good enough.” Hart rubbed his face wearily. “All right. All right,” he repeated. “I’ll stay.” Hope whirled on him. “No, I’ll stay. You know how some of the units still see me as a paper pusher. They’ll respond to you quicker and with less posturing if they truly have gone rogue.” She squared her shoulders. “So, I’ll stay.” She narrowed her eyes.
Kieran Black.
CHAPTER 16
Lucy
Saturday night, very late
I ignored the pleasantries being stiffly exchanged since Nicholas was lying really close to me. It was so wrong that I wanted to snuggle against his side.
It was Nicholas.
Byron was a welcome distraction as he ambled up the stairs and lay on my other side. He had kibble breath and was close enough that he drooled on my arm. I nudged him.
“Move over, you big lump.” He just gave me that doggy look, the pathetic one I could never resist. “Fine, but at least quit drooling on me. It’s gross.” I scratched his ear briefly. “Some watchdog you are.” I knew the other two Bouviers would be lying down near Hart and Hope, eyeing them hungrily.
“I want to assure you,” Hart was saying in the living room, “that I have officially retracted the bounty on the Drake clan, just so there are no more misunderstandings.”
“We’re glad to hear it,” Liam said blandly. I could just imagine what retort Helena was biting back.
“It was an accident,” Hart continued, sounding hard. “And one that will be rectified immediately.”
“I suggest you keep a closer rein on your organization,” Helena said. “Or I will cease to keep such a tight rein on mine.”
“Understood. We stand by our treaty,” Hope interjected. “This is an internal problem and should never have leaked out.”
Their voices dropped slightly. There was the clink of glasses. I squirmed, trying to peer around the stairs into the living room. I could see the edge of a chair and nothing else. There wasn’t even anyone sitting in it.
“I’m going to try and get closer,” I murmured.
When Nicholas didn’t try and stop me, I turned to look at him. He was asleep. His cheek rested on his hand, pale skin gleaming, dark brown hair tousled. His features were sculpted, sensual, and dark. It was totally unfair how beautiful he was. Even if it did sound like he might be snoring a little. Byron snorted and rolled over.
“You two are a lot of help,” I said.
And then the quiet shattered.
There was no actual sound of warning, only Hart sailing out of the living room, crashing into the foyer wall and sprawling across the floor in a heap. The chandelier above him rattled alarmingly. At the sound, Nicholas startled awake and flipped himself over me, as if he was protecting me from an airborne missile. He pressed into me, about as yielding as a slab of cold marble. He looked slightly disoriented, not quite fully awake.
“Can’t breathe,” I croaked.
He shifted slightly but didn’t get off me. I could see the thick fringe of his eyelashes, his hair falling over his forehead to tickle mine.
“Foyer,” I wheezed. We both craned our necks. Helena marched out, all black leather and motherly fury. Byron raced down the stairs.
“Where is my daughter?” She seethed, her pale eyes practically glowing. Liam flanked her, simmering. I could all but see the leash on his temper straining to release. Hope took a stake from her belt.
“I wouldn’t,” Bruno advised quietly.
“What the hell was that for?” Hart sat up, his left eye already purpling.
Liam lifted his cell phone. “That was one of my sons, gone to ground because of your blasted league.”
“I told you we didn’t set the damn bounty,” Hart said through his teeth. “I explained.”
“Then explain to me, human,” Helena sneered, “why my daughter has been taken by your agents.”
Hart stared at her. “What?”
Sebastian and Geoffrey joined them from the living room. Boudicca barked once, blocking Hart from doing anything more than sitting up. Nicholas shifted off me, growling low in his throat.
“That’s impossible,” Hart insisted. He reached for his own cell phone and punched in a number. He barked out questions, swore viciously under his breath at the replies.
Sunlight touched the windows on either side of the door.
“Unit’s gone rogue,” he declared.
Hope paled. “No.”
Helena sniffed the air delicately, then nodded at her husband. “He’s not lying.” Beside me, Nicholas sniffed as well. He frowned. I frowned back.
“What?”
“It’s not a lie, but I smell something else. Something I can’t quite place.”
“More lemon shampoo?”
“No. Definitely not that.”
Bruno signaled to the dogs and they eased back, letting Hart get to his feet.
“We have to shut them down,” he said darkly. I wondered if he had a gun strapped inside a shoulder holster under his coat. “Now. Before the damage becomes irrevocable.”
“I am forced to agree.” Liam held up a hand. “However, we had a treaty, Hart. And it was broken. Under the circumstances, I believe a show of faith is in order.” Hart sighed. “What did you have in mind, Drake?”
“One of you stays here.”
“You’re taking hostages now?”
“You have our daughter. Her safety must be assured.”
“You have our word,” Hope said.
Liam raised one eyebrow. “Not nearly good enough.” Hart rubbed his face wearily. “All right. All right,” he repeated. “I’ll stay.” Hope whirled on him. “No, I’ll stay. You know how some of the units still see me as a paper pusher. They’ll respond to you quicker and with less posturing if they truly have gone rogue.” She squared her shoulders. “So, I’ll stay.” She narrowed her eyes.
