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and his handssqueezed her waist gently before dropping to his sides. "I'll keep that in mind, Princess. Take care of yourself. Have a safe trip."
He stepped back and slid his hands into his pockets. Fiona let her gaze linger as she looked him over one lasttime. Then, she blew him a kiss, waggled her fingers at Jake, and turned toward the gate for home. She look astep forward, leaned into the magic, and felt the slam ofrejection as the power picked her up and hurled her awayfrom Faerie and back into the world she had justattempted to leave.
Something was very, very wrong.
CHAPTER 8
Walker had been busy telling himself that he'd done theright thing and that he should really stop staring at Fiona's butt when said butt sailed through the air andslammed straight into his chest, knocking him back four
steps until he bounced against a tree trunk like a walking
pinball.
This was really not good.
That cuttingly sharp insight barely had time to register inhis mind before he heard Jake shout and looked up fromthe feminine bundle in his arms. He followed hisnephew's pointing finger to the Faerie gate, which nowlooked less like a fissure in the rock around it and morelike Vesuvius had right before Pompeii had settled downto dinner for the last time. The rock seemed to bulge andcontract, like a beating heart pumping magic instead ofblood. An eerie orange light glowed behind the crack,making the entire thing look ready to split and pourmolten lava over them in a murderous flow.
"Holy shit," Jake breathed, looking from the gate to the unconscious Fae princess and back again. The ground rumbled beneath them, and he staggered to the side. "Uncle Tobe, I think we'd better get out of here. Now."
This time, Walker didn't carry Fiona far. Just to thenearest street, where Jake hailed them a cab. Walkerpoured her into the backseat while his nephew told thecabbie a story about a fear of dentists and a large dose ofsedatives. When that didn't work, the kid showed enoughfang to get the taxi moving and the human drivermuttering prayers in an indecipherable language. Jakesat up front to keep an eye on him, while Walker slid intothe back beside Fiona. By the time the cab pulled to ahalt outside a massive gray stone building on the Upper East Side, she had begun to stir and was clinging to himconvincingly enough that the cabbie wasn't reaching for
his cell phone as he burned rubber away from the curb.
Jake bounded up the steps to the front door and poundedwhile Walker scooped Fiona back into his arms andfollowed more slowly. The doorman on duty took one lookat the two Lupines' expressions and the unconsciouswoman with them and stepped back to admit them.
"I need to see the alpha," Walker growled as soon as the door to the Vircolac club had closed behind them. "And if the head of the Council isn't here right now, someone needs to get him. We've got a situation."
One thing to be said for having a Lupine doorman—theyalways smelled trouble, even without a lot of explanation. Within fifteen seconds of crossing the threshold, Jake, Walker, and their charge had been ushered into the officeof the alpha of the Silverback Clan, who also happenedto be the owner of Vircolac, the largest private club for Others in New York City. Fifteen seconds after that, thealpha himself strode through the door.
Graham Winters wore a blue chambray shirt with thesleeves rolled to the elbows, faded jeans, and a waryexpression. "What's going on? Henry said it was urgent."
"It is." Walker deposited Fiona on yet another sofa and straightened with a scowl. "I've discovered a problem."
Graham raised an eyebrow, glancing from his beta to theunconscious woman behind him and back again. Hismouth curved up in a smirk. "She looks like you ought tobe able to take her, buddy, but if you really need help,you'll have to call someone else. Missy gets cranky when I start handling other female problems."
Walker had no doubt that the alpha's mate, Missy,
He stepped back and slid his hands into his pockets. Fiona let her gaze linger as she looked him over one lasttime. Then, she blew him a kiss, waggled her fingers at Jake, and turned toward the gate for home. She look astep forward, leaned into the magic, and felt the slam ofrejection as the power picked her up and hurled her awayfrom Faerie and back into the world she had justattempted to leave.
Something was very, very wrong.
CHAPTER 8
Walker had been busy telling himself that he'd done theright thing and that he should really stop staring at Fiona's butt when said butt sailed through the air andslammed straight into his chest, knocking him back four
steps until he bounced against a tree trunk like a walking
pinball.
This was really not good.
That cuttingly sharp insight barely had time to register inhis mind before he heard Jake shout and looked up fromthe feminine bundle in his arms. He followed hisnephew's pointing finger to the Faerie gate, which nowlooked less like a fissure in the rock around it and morelike Vesuvius had right before Pompeii had settled downto dinner for the last time. The rock seemed to bulge andcontract, like a beating heart pumping magic instead ofblood. An eerie orange light glowed behind the crack,making the entire thing look ready to split and pourmolten lava over them in a murderous flow.
"Holy shit," Jake breathed, looking from the gate to the unconscious Fae princess and back again. The ground rumbled beneath them, and he staggered to the side. "Uncle Tobe, I think we'd better get out of here. Now."
This time, Walker didn't carry Fiona far. Just to thenearest street, where Jake hailed them a cab. Walkerpoured her into the backseat while his nephew told thecabbie a story about a fear of dentists and a large dose ofsedatives. When that didn't work, the kid showed enoughfang to get the taxi moving and the human drivermuttering prayers in an indecipherable language. Jakesat up front to keep an eye on him, while Walker slid intothe back beside Fiona. By the time the cab pulled to ahalt outside a massive gray stone building on the Upper East Side, she had begun to stir and was clinging to himconvincingly enough that the cabbie wasn't reaching for
his cell phone as he burned rubber away from the curb.
Jake bounded up the steps to the front door and poundedwhile Walker scooped Fiona back into his arms andfollowed more slowly. The doorman on duty took one lookat the two Lupines' expressions and the unconsciouswoman with them and stepped back to admit them.
"I need to see the alpha," Walker growled as soon as the door to the Vircolac club had closed behind them. "And if the head of the Council isn't here right now, someone needs to get him. We've got a situation."
One thing to be said for having a Lupine doorman—theyalways smelled trouble, even without a lot of explanation. Within fifteen seconds of crossing the threshold, Jake, Walker, and their charge had been ushered into the officeof the alpha of the Silverback Clan, who also happenedto be the owner of Vircolac, the largest private club for Others in New York City. Fifteen seconds after that, thealpha himself strode through the door.
Graham Winters wore a blue chambray shirt with thesleeves rolled to the elbows, faded jeans, and a waryexpression. "What's going on? Henry said it was urgent."
"It is." Walker deposited Fiona on yet another sofa and straightened with a scowl. "I've discovered a problem."
Graham raised an eyebrow, glancing from his beta to theunconscious woman behind him and back again. Hismouth curved up in a smirk. "She looks like you ought tobe able to take her, buddy, but if you really need help,you'll have to call someone else. Missy gets cranky when I start handling other female problems."
Walker had no doubt that the alpha's mate, Missy,
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