relaxing a little without the weight of the world on her shoulders.
Striker studied their surroundings, checking each and every section for any threats against his mates. He didn't see anything that would raise any alarm bells at the moment. He closed his eyes and sent out his senses, feeling for any nuance of disturbance, and feeling for anything that might show a threat. He again came up with nothing to set him on edge. He looked back at his mates and began to walk toward them. He would take advantage of the time to get to know them both better.
As he approached them, he heard Eric say to Mia, "Do you want to order some lunch? You hardly ate any breakfast."
Mia shook her head. "I'm not hungry."
Striker pulled out the chair on the other side of Mia and sat down. "You need to eat. We have a long journey.” He gave Eric a pointed looked and Eric got up to go order some food.
Mia sighed. "Why do you always do that?"
"Do what?” Striker asked.
"Make everything an order ,” she said.
Striker frowned. "I do not make everything an order. I simply offer my suggestion."
"Your suggestion?” she said surprised. "No. You order. Why?"
Striker frowned again. "I am simply looking out for you, and for Eric."
Mia didn't say anything as she turned to look out over the water. She seemed pensive as she sipped her coffee and stared at the ocean. Striker could see she was deep in thought, about what he could only guess.
"Did he always give orders?” Striker asked her.
He watched as she stiffened in her seat. He saw the way her jaw tensed and the way she held her head ramrod straight. She did n't say a word for several minutes and he could see her struggling to swallow as she sat there. Just when he thought to change the subject he had brought forward too soon for her, she began to speak.
"He...he was evil. He always gave orders ,” she said softly, so softly he almost didn't hear her if not for his inhuman hearing. He remained quiet as she continued, "He...did...things.” She shuddered and said nothing more. It was enough for now. He slid his hand along the table and took hers, sliding their fingers together, and weaving them as one. She allowed him to hold her hand and they sat in silence until Eric came back to them.
Eric sat down the tray of food and noticed the change in atmosphere at the table. 'What is going on?’ he asked Striker through their link.
'Mia is opening up a little. She mentioned him, ’ Striker told him.
Eric raised an eyebrow at him. 'Really? That's a good sign, right? ’ He handed Striker a burger as well, then took his own.
'I think so. We just have to let her control the speed at which this train is going ,’ Striker added.
Eric looked over at Mia who was frowning at them. "What? I got you a burger."
Mia shook her head. "No, that's great. I don't know, for a minute it looked like you two were communicating without speaking. Do werewolves do that?"
Eric looked surprised for a moment until he heard Striker's voice in his head say, 'She thinks we are werewolves. Let it be for now.’ Eric took a breath and said aloud to her, "We weren't communicating any way but with our facial expressions."
"Uh …huh.” Mia looked unconvinced. Without saying another word, she picked up her burger and began to eat. They ate in silence for a while, watching the boats and people along the harbor. Striker kept sending out feelers as they ate, keeping an eye out for any threats of any kind.
* ****
Diavolo read all the emails and found the one sent to Striker. He knew Drago, Striker's father, would code the email so only he and his son would know what it would say. He read it over and over again, looking for the true meaning. He then began to research the holdings of the family. He found they had several in many different countries, which was even more frustrating. He knew they had to be discreet so he sent men to
Striker studied their surroundings, checking each and every section for any threats against his mates. He didn't see anything that would raise any alarm bells at the moment. He closed his eyes and sent out his senses, feeling for any nuance of disturbance, and feeling for anything that might show a threat. He again came up with nothing to set him on edge. He looked back at his mates and began to walk toward them. He would take advantage of the time to get to know them both better.
As he approached them, he heard Eric say to Mia, "Do you want to order some lunch? You hardly ate any breakfast."
Mia shook her head. "I'm not hungry."
Striker pulled out the chair on the other side of Mia and sat down. "You need to eat. We have a long journey.” He gave Eric a pointed looked and Eric got up to go order some food.
Mia sighed. "Why do you always do that?"
"Do what?” Striker asked.
"Make everything an order ,” she said.
Striker frowned. "I do not make everything an order. I simply offer my suggestion."
"Your suggestion?” she said surprised. "No. You order. Why?"
Striker frowned again. "I am simply looking out for you, and for Eric."
Mia didn't say anything as she turned to look out over the water. She seemed pensive as she sipped her coffee and stared at the ocean. Striker could see she was deep in thought, about what he could only guess.
"Did he always give orders?” Striker asked her.
He watched as she stiffened in her seat. He saw the way her jaw tensed and the way she held her head ramrod straight. She did n't say a word for several minutes and he could see her struggling to swallow as she sat there. Just when he thought to change the subject he had brought forward too soon for her, she began to speak.
"He...he was evil. He always gave orders ,” she said softly, so softly he almost didn't hear her if not for his inhuman hearing. He remained quiet as she continued, "He...did...things.” She shuddered and said nothing more. It was enough for now. He slid his hand along the table and took hers, sliding their fingers together, and weaving them as one. She allowed him to hold her hand and they sat in silence until Eric came back to them.
Eric sat down the tray of food and noticed the change in atmosphere at the table. 'What is going on?’ he asked Striker through their link.
'Mia is opening up a little. She mentioned him, ’ Striker told him.
Eric raised an eyebrow at him. 'Really? That's a good sign, right? ’ He handed Striker a burger as well, then took his own.
'I think so. We just have to let her control the speed at which this train is going ,’ Striker added.
Eric looked over at Mia who was frowning at them. "What? I got you a burger."
Mia shook her head. "No, that's great. I don't know, for a minute it looked like you two were communicating without speaking. Do werewolves do that?"
Eric looked surprised for a moment until he heard Striker's voice in his head say, 'She thinks we are werewolves. Let it be for now.’ Eric took a breath and said aloud to her, "We weren't communicating any way but with our facial expressions."
"Uh …huh.” Mia looked unconvinced. Without saying another word, she picked up her burger and began to eat. They ate in silence for a while, watching the boats and people along the harbor. Striker kept sending out feelers as they ate, keeping an eye out for any threats of any kind.
* ****
Diavolo read all the emails and found the one sent to Striker. He knew Drago, Striker's father, would code the email so only he and his son would know what it would say. He read it over and over again, looking for the true meaning. He then began to research the holdings of the family. He found they had several in many different countries, which was even more frustrating. He knew they had to be discreet so he sent men to
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