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slapped Alain on the back. “Take care of your family, brother. They’re the best you’ll ever have.”
Babineau accepted his comment and his pointed stare with a brief nod.
The early evening air still held the gentle warmth of the day, making it almost balmy as they walked to Cale’s bike. She could tell his hurry was mainly to avoid questions but she wouldn’t let him get away that easily.
“So what do you have planned with your brothers? Some sort of princely debauchery?”
Cale laughed, hugging her tight against him, letting her know that the interest piqued in the hallway was still very much on his mind. “Nothing like that. Just some business. Silas will be there to drain the life out of anything enjoyable.”
“Good,” she muttered under her breath.
His hips nudged hers. “I meant what I said earlier.”
“So did I.”
“Good.”
She gave him a slight push. “You’d better go before I decide not to let you leave.”
“Kendra? You’re the best I’ll ever have.”
Her emotions trembled but her voice stayed strong. “Don’t you ever forget that.”
“Not a chance.”
His kiss was way too explicit for a PG neighborhood. By the time he lifted away from her damp lips, she found herself clinging to him when she’d promised herself she wouldn’t. She gave him a determined push.
“I’ll see you later.”
His hand sketched over her hair. “Yes, you will.”
*
The party was in full swing on a private rooftop terrace where tropical plants, intimate open fronted cabanas and chic outdoor furniture surrounded a large pool. At one end, a DJ spun tunes through massive speakers lining a small dance floor, and on the other a neon-edged bar, and banquet length tables offered refreshments. Most of the male guests were in jackets and ties, the women in slinky evening gowns or barely there bikinis. Party boys boasting gym pack abs and little else played volleyball in the water. And off to one side, Casper Lee held court.
When the elevator opened, his pale glance was drawn then held by the tall, stunning trio in black designer suits and shirts with silver ties that highlighted the diamonds in their ears. They exited together and paused to survey the crowd with deadly precision before parting so a fourth could stride between them.
Mick Terry.
His features set with the same harshly chiseled arrogance, the small fighter had also opted for designer sleek but he wore his single button black Dolce jacket over a boldly bared chest with its sleeves shoved up to his elbows. The effect was as snarlingly sexual as the black and red tattoo on his forearm.
“Is that him?”
Casper reluctantly tore his stare from the strutty Shifter heading for the bar with the threesome in tow to respond to the figure standing in shadows behind him. “Yes. What do you think?”
“The three are definitely Terriot princes. No one else in their clan would dare flash carats that size. Or have taste quite that garish in jewelry.”
“And the other?”
“Could be he is what he claims to be, a Lesser friend. Bram the Beast’s sons all have his stature and that flamboyant hair. All except the one who overthrew and banished him to inherit. He’s said to be the vicious little runt of the litter. I’ve never met Cale, only James. That can’t be him. They’d never place their king in such a vulnerable position in another territory unless he was asking to be taken hostage.”
Lee considered that while considering the man he hadn’t been able to get out of his thoughts. “What do you know about the House of Terriot?”
“That they’re greedy, treacherous and brutal beyond description. That they’d rather die than admit failure or have to humble themselves for any reason. They don’t come down off their mountain unless it’s for war. Going after them there would be like taking on a badger in its hole. You’d get torn to pieces. We faced them once and managed to drive them back, but we don’t relish having to do it
Babineau accepted his comment and his pointed stare with a brief nod.
The early evening air still held the gentle warmth of the day, making it almost balmy as they walked to Cale’s bike. She could tell his hurry was mainly to avoid questions but she wouldn’t let him get away that easily.
“So what do you have planned with your brothers? Some sort of princely debauchery?”
Cale laughed, hugging her tight against him, letting her know that the interest piqued in the hallway was still very much on his mind. “Nothing like that. Just some business. Silas will be there to drain the life out of anything enjoyable.”
“Good,” she muttered under her breath.
His hips nudged hers. “I meant what I said earlier.”
“So did I.”
“Good.”
She gave him a slight push. “You’d better go before I decide not to let you leave.”
“Kendra? You’re the best I’ll ever have.”
Her emotions trembled but her voice stayed strong. “Don’t you ever forget that.”
“Not a chance.”
His kiss was way too explicit for a PG neighborhood. By the time he lifted away from her damp lips, she found herself clinging to him when she’d promised herself she wouldn’t. She gave him a determined push.
“I’ll see you later.”
His hand sketched over her hair. “Yes, you will.”
*
The party was in full swing on a private rooftop terrace where tropical plants, intimate open fronted cabanas and chic outdoor furniture surrounded a large pool. At one end, a DJ spun tunes through massive speakers lining a small dance floor, and on the other a neon-edged bar, and banquet length tables offered refreshments. Most of the male guests were in jackets and ties, the women in slinky evening gowns or barely there bikinis. Party boys boasting gym pack abs and little else played volleyball in the water. And off to one side, Casper Lee held court.
When the elevator opened, his pale glance was drawn then held by the tall, stunning trio in black designer suits and shirts with silver ties that highlighted the diamonds in their ears. They exited together and paused to survey the crowd with deadly precision before parting so a fourth could stride between them.
Mick Terry.
His features set with the same harshly chiseled arrogance, the small fighter had also opted for designer sleek but he wore his single button black Dolce jacket over a boldly bared chest with its sleeves shoved up to his elbows. The effect was as snarlingly sexual as the black and red tattoo on his forearm.
“Is that him?”
Casper reluctantly tore his stare from the strutty Shifter heading for the bar with the threesome in tow to respond to the figure standing in shadows behind him. “Yes. What do you think?”
“The three are definitely Terriot princes. No one else in their clan would dare flash carats that size. Or have taste quite that garish in jewelry.”
“And the other?”
“Could be he is what he claims to be, a Lesser friend. Bram the Beast’s sons all have his stature and that flamboyant hair. All except the one who overthrew and banished him to inherit. He’s said to be the vicious little runt of the litter. I’ve never met Cale, only James. That can’t be him. They’d never place their king in such a vulnerable position in another territory unless he was asking to be taken hostage.”
Lee considered that while considering the man he hadn’t been able to get out of his thoughts. “What do you know about the House of Terriot?”
“That they’re greedy, treacherous and brutal beyond description. That they’d rather die than admit failure or have to humble themselves for any reason. They don’t come down off their mountain unless it’s for war. Going after them there would be like taking on a badger in its hole. You’d get torn to pieces. We faced them once and managed to drive them back, but we don’t relish having to do it
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