Emergence (The Primogenitor Chronicles Book 1) by Siana Wineland Page A
Authors: Siana Wineland
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hour.”
“I’ll keep my fingers crossed.”
Chapter Five
The car pulled to a stop in front of the house that Jessica hid behind. Christoff got out of the car, carefully disentangling his wings in the process. He stretched, extending his wings out, then snapped them back into place. “Tell me again why we had to take your car instead of our van?”
He looked around. Their destination seemed no different than any of the houses he’d seen all day long. Typical middle class suburban neighborhood, small manicured yard, SUV parked out front. The only difference seemed to be what color they painted their front door and whether or not their porch light was on.
“Poor baby. Get all rumpled?” Gavin laughed.
Christoff bared his teeth in a semblance of a smile. “You want to ride in the trunk?” The rest of Gamma team gathered on the sidewalk. Gavin shook his head, still smiling.
Christoff snorted then resettled his wings. “Rick, you wait out here for Jeff.”
He led them up to the house then paused on the porch and took a deep breath to prepare himself for the homeowner’s reaction. Nick’s right. I can’t let their fear of us get to me. He needed to make sure his temper had a leash on it. The ravening beast inside him bit at the bars of the cage and seemed to have worked a paw out. He slapped it back, then with a soft growl, he knocked on the door. Footsteps tapped the tiles and a man who appeared to be in his late forties opened it.
The homeowner’s eyes went wide when he saw them standing on his porch, and the man’s fingers trembled slightly on the door. After a hesitation he finally got out in a shaky voice, “Hello, um, what can I do for you?”
“I am sorry to bother you, sir, but we have a situation we must inform you of. May we please come in?”
“Yes, yes of course,” he responded in a whisper, then opening the door further, he gestured them inside. He led them through the foyer to the formal living room on the left, where he offered them a seat. Christoff spotted a footstool and pulled it closer to the couch, leaving Gavin and Matt to position themselves where they would have the best view and maneuverability. The homeowner gingerly sat on the edge of the couch trying not to stare at his unexpected visitors.
Chris rested his forearms on his knees and licked his lips before he started. “Please, sir, relax. My name is Christoff. We are on a recovery operation.” The man winced as he said that, and Chris rushed on to reassure him. “We are not here for you, or anyone else from your family.”
For the first time the man looked him directly in the eyes, and the dawning hope made Chris sad. Continuing on, he held his feelings to himself. “We need your cooperation. We’re in the process of trying to apprehend a woman who has succeeded in eluding the recovery teams. At the moment, she’s in your backyard.”
A startled exclamation came from the man, “What do you need?”
Before he could respond, there was another knock at the door. The homeowner started to rise, but Christoff held up his hand to stop him. “Matt, please get that.” Sitting back down, the man looked at Christoff in confusion.
“I have two more team members arriving.”
A moment later, Matt led Rick and Jeff into the room, the latter holding up a plastic bag in silent answer to the success of his errand. Returning his focus back to the homeowner, Christoff finally answered his question. “As far as what we need, I assume you have a barbecue?”
“Of course. It’s on the back deck.”
“Perfect. We will need to borrow your kitchen and a change of clothes.” Christoff turned to look at Gavin, sizing him up and down, a wolfish grin twisting his lips. “You look to be of a comparable size, Gavin. Guess you get the acting job.”
Gavin rolled his eyes but followed the homeowner from the room. The rest of them waited, ill at ease in the pristine space. Afraid to touch anything, he examined the
“I’ll keep my fingers crossed.”
Chapter Five
The car pulled to a stop in front of the house that Jessica hid behind. Christoff got out of the car, carefully disentangling his wings in the process. He stretched, extending his wings out, then snapped them back into place. “Tell me again why we had to take your car instead of our van?”
He looked around. Their destination seemed no different than any of the houses he’d seen all day long. Typical middle class suburban neighborhood, small manicured yard, SUV parked out front. The only difference seemed to be what color they painted their front door and whether or not their porch light was on.
“Poor baby. Get all rumpled?” Gavin laughed.
Christoff bared his teeth in a semblance of a smile. “You want to ride in the trunk?” The rest of Gamma team gathered on the sidewalk. Gavin shook his head, still smiling.
Christoff snorted then resettled his wings. “Rick, you wait out here for Jeff.”
He led them up to the house then paused on the porch and took a deep breath to prepare himself for the homeowner’s reaction. Nick’s right. I can’t let their fear of us get to me. He needed to make sure his temper had a leash on it. The ravening beast inside him bit at the bars of the cage and seemed to have worked a paw out. He slapped it back, then with a soft growl, he knocked on the door. Footsteps tapped the tiles and a man who appeared to be in his late forties opened it.
The homeowner’s eyes went wide when he saw them standing on his porch, and the man’s fingers trembled slightly on the door. After a hesitation he finally got out in a shaky voice, “Hello, um, what can I do for you?”
“I am sorry to bother you, sir, but we have a situation we must inform you of. May we please come in?”
“Yes, yes of course,” he responded in a whisper, then opening the door further, he gestured them inside. He led them through the foyer to the formal living room on the left, where he offered them a seat. Christoff spotted a footstool and pulled it closer to the couch, leaving Gavin and Matt to position themselves where they would have the best view and maneuverability. The homeowner gingerly sat on the edge of the couch trying not to stare at his unexpected visitors.
Chris rested his forearms on his knees and licked his lips before he started. “Please, sir, relax. My name is Christoff. We are on a recovery operation.” The man winced as he said that, and Chris rushed on to reassure him. “We are not here for you, or anyone else from your family.”
For the first time the man looked him directly in the eyes, and the dawning hope made Chris sad. Continuing on, he held his feelings to himself. “We need your cooperation. We’re in the process of trying to apprehend a woman who has succeeded in eluding the recovery teams. At the moment, she’s in your backyard.”
A startled exclamation came from the man, “What do you need?”
Before he could respond, there was another knock at the door. The homeowner started to rise, but Christoff held up his hand to stop him. “Matt, please get that.” Sitting back down, the man looked at Christoff in confusion.
“I have two more team members arriving.”
A moment later, Matt led Rick and Jeff into the room, the latter holding up a plastic bag in silent answer to the success of his errand. Returning his focus back to the homeowner, Christoff finally answered his question. “As far as what we need, I assume you have a barbecue?”
“Of course. It’s on the back deck.”
“Perfect. We will need to borrow your kitchen and a change of clothes.” Christoff turned to look at Gavin, sizing him up and down, a wolfish grin twisting his lips. “You look to be of a comparable size, Gavin. Guess you get the acting job.”
Gavin rolled his eyes but followed the homeowner from the room. The rest of them waited, ill at ease in the pristine space. Afraid to touch anything, he examined the
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