fiction and bad films) had been relegated to his blood father, Adam’s father, high king of the Unseelie Court. We now knew how well
that
worked out… as in not at all.
“I would not go so far as to presume that taking your land, your rule, is his only intent.” My clan leader’s voice clanged like a warning bell, emphasizing my own fears. Yeah, I was no idiot. I may have once thoughtmyself in love with Gideon, but events then and events now had proven my instincts right. He was trouble with a capital fuck-me-for-being-so-stupid.
“Well, I did figure he’s got something more in mind than just living on a ranch in the middle of nowhere Texas,” I said. “Ruling here, ousting us sounds like it could be an end result, but not the only one. I wouldn’t put anything past him.”
Tucker stifled a sound that sounded suspiciously like a “duh” snort. I put my hand on my hip and shot him a “shut up” look. I was damned tired of all the stupid spanners getting tossed into the gears of my life. I truly was bloody well near to saying Gideon can just have the damned ranch and damn the consequences. We could all leave along with the vampires. I’d not ever seen Adam’s estate in England. I’m sure I’d love it. After all, I didn’t really care where we lived. But reality and a nagging sense of guilt kept bopping me on the head. What would happen to the human residents of Rio Seco if I absconded? I couldn’t trust to Gideon’s good intentions. He’d never had any.
Adam shifted his stance, something I’d never once seen him do. Was he nervous? Was he interpreting her words differently, catching a nuance I couldn’t? Had he come to a different conclusion, perhaps? I jerked my head, trying to signify that he should speak to Gigi. He shook his head and mouthed “later.”
“Keira, all of you, take care. I’m going to do a little follow-up of my own here,” Gigi said. “I have a few ideas.”
“Any help would be greatly appreciated, Minerva,” Adam said. “We’ll phone you if we come up with anything at this end. I’ll text you where we’ll be staying and will keep this phone with me at all times.”
“You do that.”
With that, my great-great-granny, clan chief, matriarch of the Kelly clan, and Machiavelli’s clone, severed the phone connection.
Adam placed the phone on the desk, avoiding my glance.
“You mind telling me what’s going on?” By this time, I had both hands on my hips. I was sure I looked like some sort of harridan, hair going all over the place, dressed in finery fit only for a formal traditional supernatural Reception, eyes flashing and face flushed. I did not want to look into a mirror and frighten myself. “Is that the Batphone or something?”
“More or less.” Adam crossed his arms. Niko and Tucker just stood in their now-accustomed bodyguard places and grinned. “Minerva gave this to me before we left Vancouver. It’s got one number programmed into it and she will always be available if I use this phone to call.”
“More like a lifeline than a Batphone, I’d say,” Tucker piped up.
“Shut it,” I growled. “Were you planning on telling me?”
Adam gave me a small smile. “Honestly, I’d utterly forgotten about it,” he said. “You came back and well…”
“We dropped right into the middle of a series of hate crimes. Yeah, yeah, all right.” I had to concede the point. “So we’re to go to this inn, then.”
“It seems so.”
“She’d damned well better be right about the boundary thing,” I muttered. “Last thing we need is for Sidhemagick to disrupt us while we’re trying to figure out what to do.”
“Point. Now, let me get to work and coordinate with Lance and Jessica. We’ll need to get our residents notified and packed up so they can get on the plane when it arrives.”
Thank goodness for our vampire assistants. They’d be sure to corral everyone and everything that was needed. “I think I’ll go back to the house and pack,
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