females....”
Tarrin began.
“I have seen it,”
Lucia interrupted quickly, her ocean-colored eyes flashing with her
ready temper.
“It is not regular,” Tarrin said.
“Aye,” Kier agreed.
“What?” Holly asked the trio.
Kier sighed. “Sometimes, though rarely, there be
a Druid female who possesses enough of the demon blood that they will
hunt her...”
“What the fuck?” Holly asked them. “You mean
to tell me that there are Druids out there who are unsuspecting
targets?”
“My breeder...” Kier began, trying to soothe
the hot-tamale that was his mate and Queen.
“No,” Holly said, pointing an accusing finger
at Kier. “Don't 'my breeder' me!” she ordered the almost seven
foot tall wall of muscle who was her king. “I am not buying that!”
“We cannot save them all, my Queen,” Tarrin
stated calmly and Holly's eyes narrowed on him.
“Well, that's great!” she said angrily. Then
it was her turn to pace. Finally, she whirled around and said, “We
have not worked, what? Over two years to assemble a vampire
contingent of some magnitude to just... let these demon jerk-offs
have our girls?”
Tarrin could not help the short bark of laughter
that exited his full lips and Lucia elbowed him. That only made his
mirth grow.
“It's not funny, you... asshat!” Holly yelled
at the huge Druid, the whites of his eyes the only part of him that
could be easily seen in the dim of where they met.
Kier grabbed his mate and held her against the
front of him. “Ah!” she fumed.
“We do wish to find these females but you
of all people know how much more difficult it is to find a Druid of
mixed blood.”
Holly nodded as tears of frustration fell from her
eyes. Her small fists clenched and Kier dropped his arms, turning her
gently and staring deeply into her eyes. He covered those fists with
his massive hands, engulfing hers easily, encasing her anger. “We
can but try, my breeder.” His voice was as soothing as honey,
touching her deeply and Holly brushed the tears away with an angry
swipe.
“I know.” Her eyes bored into his. “I don't
want one of our females falling between the cracks for those creepy
hell-guys to scoop up.”
Lucia said, “They are debased in a most
miserable way.”
Tarrin looked at Lucia, that last comment would
cause their queen to become more inflamed, not less.
Bullocks , Tarrin thought.
“I will help to find those wayward breeders, my
Queen,” Lucia said.
“The hell!” Tarrin raged, standing so quickly
that the chair toppled to the floor behind him, clattering so loudly
that it made Holly jump.
Lucia turned smoothly, placing a hand that burnt
him to his very marrow against the broad smooth skin of his chest.
She gently shook her head. “Yes, I will.” Her eyes met his. “I
am a warrior and cannot let those unprotected females wander loose,
ripe for the picking, Tarrin.”
Tarrin hung his head, massive hands planted on his
hips. Intellectually he understood her determination; yet how could
he let this precious female out of his sight? His heart beat for her,
his soul pined for her nearness.
His eyes rose and locked with hers. “Then we go
together because I cannot take my next breath without you in it.”
She nodded. It as simple, for Lucia felt the same.
“It is settled then,” Kier said. “It is
obvious to the older vampires who remain that demons leave their hot
haven only when their females grow scarce.” He paused as the three
sets of eyes that he valued most waited for his final comment.
“Further, to keep an alliance forged over centuries, we must make
this right in the eyes of the Mer King and Queen. Constantine has
stolen their daughter and killed their son. He must be punished. Our
release of him resulted in this misfortune and they will hold our
coven responsible.”
“But why did he decide to kill and kidnap the
royalty of the Mer?” Lucia asked into the stillness of the meeting.
“I do not know,” Kier admitted, palming
Tarrin began.
“I have seen it,”
Lucia interrupted quickly, her ocean-colored eyes flashing with her
ready temper.
“It is not regular,” Tarrin said.
“Aye,” Kier agreed.
“What?” Holly asked the trio.
Kier sighed. “Sometimes, though rarely, there be
a Druid female who possesses enough of the demon blood that they will
hunt her...”
“What the fuck?” Holly asked them. “You mean
to tell me that there are Druids out there who are unsuspecting
targets?”
“My breeder...” Kier began, trying to soothe
the hot-tamale that was his mate and Queen.
“No,” Holly said, pointing an accusing finger
at Kier. “Don't 'my breeder' me!” she ordered the almost seven
foot tall wall of muscle who was her king. “I am not buying that!”
“We cannot save them all, my Queen,” Tarrin
stated calmly and Holly's eyes narrowed on him.
“Well, that's great!” she said angrily. Then
it was her turn to pace. Finally, she whirled around and said, “We
have not worked, what? Over two years to assemble a vampire
contingent of some magnitude to just... let these demon jerk-offs
have our girls?”
Tarrin could not help the short bark of laughter
that exited his full lips and Lucia elbowed him. That only made his
mirth grow.
“It's not funny, you... asshat!” Holly yelled
at the huge Druid, the whites of his eyes the only part of him that
could be easily seen in the dim of where they met.
Kier grabbed his mate and held her against the
front of him. “Ah!” she fumed.
“We do wish to find these females but you
of all people know how much more difficult it is to find a Druid of
mixed blood.”
Holly nodded as tears of frustration fell from her
eyes. Her small fists clenched and Kier dropped his arms, turning her
gently and staring deeply into her eyes. He covered those fists with
his massive hands, engulfing hers easily, encasing her anger. “We
can but try, my breeder.” His voice was as soothing as honey,
touching her deeply and Holly brushed the tears away with an angry
swipe.
“I know.” Her eyes bored into his. “I don't
want one of our females falling between the cracks for those creepy
hell-guys to scoop up.”
Lucia said, “They are debased in a most
miserable way.”
Tarrin looked at Lucia, that last comment would
cause their queen to become more inflamed, not less.
Bullocks , Tarrin thought.
“I will help to find those wayward breeders, my
Queen,” Lucia said.
“The hell!” Tarrin raged, standing so quickly
that the chair toppled to the floor behind him, clattering so loudly
that it made Holly jump.
Lucia turned smoothly, placing a hand that burnt
him to his very marrow against the broad smooth skin of his chest.
She gently shook her head. “Yes, I will.” Her eyes met his. “I
am a warrior and cannot let those unprotected females wander loose,
ripe for the picking, Tarrin.”
Tarrin hung his head, massive hands planted on his
hips. Intellectually he understood her determination; yet how could
he let this precious female out of his sight? His heart beat for her,
his soul pined for her nearness.
His eyes rose and locked with hers. “Then we go
together because I cannot take my next breath without you in it.”
She nodded. It as simple, for Lucia felt the same.
“It is settled then,” Kier said. “It is
obvious to the older vampires who remain that demons leave their hot
haven only when their females grow scarce.” He paused as the three
sets of eyes that he valued most waited for his final comment.
“Further, to keep an alliance forged over centuries, we must make
this right in the eyes of the Mer King and Queen. Constantine has
stolen their daughter and killed their son. He must be punished. Our
release of him resulted in this misfortune and they will hold our
coven responsible.”
“But why did he decide to kill and kidnap the
royalty of the Mer?” Lucia asked into the stillness of the meeting.
“I do not know,” Kier admitted, palming
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