the voice of reason at the Volkshire compound. Me! And I am not happy about it.”
“Nix, girl, calm down and talk to me.”
Myka turned to face her, his brows drawn together.
“Roman planted men outside of Volkshire, and Rhys has gone off the deep end. Fre is trying to keep him calm and Boris is planning a strategic strike to kill all the mofos. I need Myka like yesterday.” Nix said it all in one breath.
“Oh shit. Umm, gimme one minute. I’ll get him.” Tee lowered the phone. “Your brothers have lost their damn minds and it must be bad if Nix is the one telling folks to calm the hell down.”
Myka’s lips compressed into a grim line. He took the phone. “Nix, what the hell is going on?”
Tee sighed and swung her legs over the edge of the mattress. She needed coffee. She grabbed her robe from the end of the bed and padded out the room. Myka’s calm tones followed her into the kitchen. She was scooping grounds into the coffeemaker when he stalked into the room with the phone still attached to his ear.
“Rhys, will you shut the fuck up for one damn minute! If you’re right and they came for Keen they will be the ones who’ll get a surprise. I trust these people. I’ll talk to Percel, see if we can leave Keen here. No one knows where we are so he’ll be safe. No…dammit, just no! Tell Boris to dial it back a notch. Snatch one of the fuckers for intel, leave the rest be. For now.” Myka paced the living room area, listening to Rhys. “We have the damn resources to make sure that bastard Roman will never find Keen. We cannot kill the Council members, at least not yet. Tell Boris to put that idea on the back burner. Give Dad some time to handle those idiots. Listen…For the love of God will you fucking listen. The Alphas here are having a town meeting to decide on our petition for an alliance. I will pack up and leave immediately afterward and be home by tomorrow afternoon. Do not do anything until I or dad gets there other than what we discussed!” Myka yelled into the mouthpiece. He pulled the cell from his ear. Rhys could be heard from where she stood in the kitchen, his words as clear as if he stood next to her.
Tee poured black coffee into a mug and slid it across the island which divided the room. Myka glanced up and mouthed “thank you.” His finger moved across the screen quickly as he dialed a number. He picked up the cup and took a sip of the brew. She looked longingly at the cups and exhaled. Myka needed help and she could pave the way with her family. Tee glanced out the window into the night. Maybe her Aunt Sint was up? If not she’d just suffer her favorite family members wrath, ’cause she had every intention of getting the woman up.
“Dad?” Rushing to put the mug down, dark brown liquid sloshed over the rim. “What is going on up there? Nix called me in a panic. Roman has men literally sitting on our doorstep.”
Tee wiped up the spill and moved around the island dropping the paper towel in the garbage as she passed the can. Myka grabbed her wrist and yanked her up against him.
“Dad, hang on a minute.” He lowered the phone and nuzzled her neck, kissing the spot he’d bitten.
“You have pack business.” She pulled away.
He lifted her hand and kissed her palm. “You’re just as important. Is there any way you can see if we can move up the town meeting? We need to leave here sooner rather than later.”
She nodded. “I’ll check with Aunt Sint about Keen too.”
“You’re amazing and I’m lucky.” He pressed a quick kiss to her lips before lifting the phone to his ear. “Yeah, Dad, I’m back.”
Tee shook her head and went to her bedroom to dress. He was still talking to Colin when she passed him sitting at the island. She trailed her fingers along the back of his neck and waved as she walked out the door when he looked up. Her heart beat faster simply watching the way he smiled. The sun was just coming over the horizon when she stepped onto the deck.
“Nix, girl, calm down and talk to me.”
Myka turned to face her, his brows drawn together.
“Roman planted men outside of Volkshire, and Rhys has gone off the deep end. Fre is trying to keep him calm and Boris is planning a strategic strike to kill all the mofos. I need Myka like yesterday.” Nix said it all in one breath.
“Oh shit. Umm, gimme one minute. I’ll get him.” Tee lowered the phone. “Your brothers have lost their damn minds and it must be bad if Nix is the one telling folks to calm the hell down.”
Myka’s lips compressed into a grim line. He took the phone. “Nix, what the hell is going on?”
Tee sighed and swung her legs over the edge of the mattress. She needed coffee. She grabbed her robe from the end of the bed and padded out the room. Myka’s calm tones followed her into the kitchen. She was scooping grounds into the coffeemaker when he stalked into the room with the phone still attached to his ear.
“Rhys, will you shut the fuck up for one damn minute! If you’re right and they came for Keen they will be the ones who’ll get a surprise. I trust these people. I’ll talk to Percel, see if we can leave Keen here. No one knows where we are so he’ll be safe. No…dammit, just no! Tell Boris to dial it back a notch. Snatch one of the fuckers for intel, leave the rest be. For now.” Myka paced the living room area, listening to Rhys. “We have the damn resources to make sure that bastard Roman will never find Keen. We cannot kill the Council members, at least not yet. Tell Boris to put that idea on the back burner. Give Dad some time to handle those idiots. Listen…For the love of God will you fucking listen. The Alphas here are having a town meeting to decide on our petition for an alliance. I will pack up and leave immediately afterward and be home by tomorrow afternoon. Do not do anything until I or dad gets there other than what we discussed!” Myka yelled into the mouthpiece. He pulled the cell from his ear. Rhys could be heard from where she stood in the kitchen, his words as clear as if he stood next to her.
Tee poured black coffee into a mug and slid it across the island which divided the room. Myka glanced up and mouthed “thank you.” His finger moved across the screen quickly as he dialed a number. He picked up the cup and took a sip of the brew. She looked longingly at the cups and exhaled. Myka needed help and she could pave the way with her family. Tee glanced out the window into the night. Maybe her Aunt Sint was up? If not she’d just suffer her favorite family members wrath, ’cause she had every intention of getting the woman up.
“Dad?” Rushing to put the mug down, dark brown liquid sloshed over the rim. “What is going on up there? Nix called me in a panic. Roman has men literally sitting on our doorstep.”
Tee wiped up the spill and moved around the island dropping the paper towel in the garbage as she passed the can. Myka grabbed her wrist and yanked her up against him.
“Dad, hang on a minute.” He lowered the phone and nuzzled her neck, kissing the spot he’d bitten.
“You have pack business.” She pulled away.
He lifted her hand and kissed her palm. “You’re just as important. Is there any way you can see if we can move up the town meeting? We need to leave here sooner rather than later.”
She nodded. “I’ll check with Aunt Sint about Keen too.”
“You’re amazing and I’m lucky.” He pressed a quick kiss to her lips before lifting the phone to his ear. “Yeah, Dad, I’m back.”
Tee shook her head and went to her bedroom to dress. He was still talking to Colin when she passed him sitting at the island. She trailed her fingers along the back of his neck and waved as she walked out the door when he looked up. Her heart beat faster simply watching the way he smiled. The sun was just coming over the horizon when she stepped onto the deck.
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