anyone but Tydrin. For all his gentleness, Wallaig’s touch felt odd. Unsafe. Completely wrong.
Keeping each stroke light, he brushed his hands over her hair, smoothing the long strands from her temples, then moved down to trace the shells of her ears, seeing her the only way a blind man could.
“Enough,” Tydrin growled, breaking the moment.
Ivy exhaled in relief.
“Verra pretty. Powerful energy.” Dropping his hands, Wallaig stepped away. “You’re a lucky bastard, Tydrin.”
“I know.” Tydrin kissed the top of her head.
A door creaked open behind Wallaig.
A tall, dark haired man stepped over the threshold. Nearly colorless, his pale violet eyes moved over her before he raised a brow. “Has she been seen?”
“She has, Cyprus.” The corners of his mouth tipped up, Wallaig patted her shoulder and turned toward the new comer. “I like her. She’s got a brilliant mind, set opinions too. Courage enough to deal with the likes of Tydrin and all his bullshite, for certain.”
Tydrin muttered something obscene.
Cyprus grinned. “Good news.”
She scowled at Wallaig. “You do realize I’m standing right here?”
“Told you,” Wallaig said, amusement in his tone. “A strong female. A true HE.”
An HE? Another term she didn’t recognize.
Ivy opened her mouth to ask for an explanation. Tydrin tucked her under his arm, waylaying her question, prompting naughty thoughts and needy tingles. “Ivy, my older brother, Cyprus—commander of our pack.”
“Nice to meet you.” Awesome. A polite reply. She was getting the hang of it, climbing out of social ineptitude into the world of the well-mannered.
“Welcome, lass.” With a nod, Cyprus tipped his head toward the door behind him. “Now, if you’re all done here, ’tis time to eat.”
Wallaig perked up. “Is Rannock cooking?”
“Aye.”
“Thank God.” Eagerness winged across Tydrin’s face.
Ivy raised a brow. “Rannock?”
“Another member of our pack,” Tydrin said. “Wicked good in the kitchen. Of all of us, he prepares the best meals.”
“How many of you are there?”
“Seven total, little one.” Turning on his heel, Wallaig beat feet toward the kitchen. And holy crap. For a blind guy, he moved fast, without a hint of hesitation. “Levin and Kruger are flying in from the mountain lair. You’ll meet them later. And Vyroth is—”
“Who the hell knows,” Cyprus said, looking pissed off as he trailed behind his friend.
Taking her hand, Tydrin followed his brother. “Still no word?”
Cyprus shook his head.
A worried light entered Tydrin’s eyes.
Ivy watched the exchange. Interesting. A secret along with a missing member of their pack. A state of affairs that clearly bothered both men. She made a mental note to ask Tydrin about it later. Who knew? She might be able to help. Give her a computer and everyone became traceable. Just a few key strokes away. Fair game on the world wide web. Vyroth included. Most people never thought about covering their cyber tracks. Or if they did, never well enough to fool her. A fact she was counting on the second Tydrin provided the equipment she needed to hunt and track Worth. Ivy swallowed a snarl. The treasonous dickwad. Her former boss wouldn’t stand a chance when she picked up his trail and sent him straight to hell.
Chapter Eleven
T he fast click of computer keys broke through the quiet. The flash of text, black on white, flashed across large triple screens standing side by side on the marble topped table. Veins of gold spread across the black surface, drawing crooked lines on expressive stone. Ivy didn’t notice. Seated at the antique desk, butt planted in the ergonomic chair, she tapped the down arrow, scrolled through each page, hunting for the last piece in her puzzle.
The tidbit was here…somewhere.
All she needed to do was find it.
Eyes glued to the center screen, she indulged in a sip of coffee. The rich hazelnut flavor rolled over her tongue. Ivy hummed in
Keeping each stroke light, he brushed his hands over her hair, smoothing the long strands from her temples, then moved down to trace the shells of her ears, seeing her the only way a blind man could.
“Enough,” Tydrin growled, breaking the moment.
Ivy exhaled in relief.
“Verra pretty. Powerful energy.” Dropping his hands, Wallaig stepped away. “You’re a lucky bastard, Tydrin.”
“I know.” Tydrin kissed the top of her head.
A door creaked open behind Wallaig.
A tall, dark haired man stepped over the threshold. Nearly colorless, his pale violet eyes moved over her before he raised a brow. “Has she been seen?”
“She has, Cyprus.” The corners of his mouth tipped up, Wallaig patted her shoulder and turned toward the new comer. “I like her. She’s got a brilliant mind, set opinions too. Courage enough to deal with the likes of Tydrin and all his bullshite, for certain.”
Tydrin muttered something obscene.
Cyprus grinned. “Good news.”
She scowled at Wallaig. “You do realize I’m standing right here?”
“Told you,” Wallaig said, amusement in his tone. “A strong female. A true HE.”
An HE? Another term she didn’t recognize.
Ivy opened her mouth to ask for an explanation. Tydrin tucked her under his arm, waylaying her question, prompting naughty thoughts and needy tingles. “Ivy, my older brother, Cyprus—commander of our pack.”
“Nice to meet you.” Awesome. A polite reply. She was getting the hang of it, climbing out of social ineptitude into the world of the well-mannered.
“Welcome, lass.” With a nod, Cyprus tipped his head toward the door behind him. “Now, if you’re all done here, ’tis time to eat.”
Wallaig perked up. “Is Rannock cooking?”
“Aye.”
“Thank God.” Eagerness winged across Tydrin’s face.
Ivy raised a brow. “Rannock?”
“Another member of our pack,” Tydrin said. “Wicked good in the kitchen. Of all of us, he prepares the best meals.”
“How many of you are there?”
“Seven total, little one.” Turning on his heel, Wallaig beat feet toward the kitchen. And holy crap. For a blind guy, he moved fast, without a hint of hesitation. “Levin and Kruger are flying in from the mountain lair. You’ll meet them later. And Vyroth is—”
“Who the hell knows,” Cyprus said, looking pissed off as he trailed behind his friend.
Taking her hand, Tydrin followed his brother. “Still no word?”
Cyprus shook his head.
A worried light entered Tydrin’s eyes.
Ivy watched the exchange. Interesting. A secret along with a missing member of their pack. A state of affairs that clearly bothered both men. She made a mental note to ask Tydrin about it later. Who knew? She might be able to help. Give her a computer and everyone became traceable. Just a few key strokes away. Fair game on the world wide web. Vyroth included. Most people never thought about covering their cyber tracks. Or if they did, never well enough to fool her. A fact she was counting on the second Tydrin provided the equipment she needed to hunt and track Worth. Ivy swallowed a snarl. The treasonous dickwad. Her former boss wouldn’t stand a chance when she picked up his trail and sent him straight to hell.
Chapter Eleven
T he fast click of computer keys broke through the quiet. The flash of text, black on white, flashed across large triple screens standing side by side on the marble topped table. Veins of gold spread across the black surface, drawing crooked lines on expressive stone. Ivy didn’t notice. Seated at the antique desk, butt planted in the ergonomic chair, she tapped the down arrow, scrolled through each page, hunting for the last piece in her puzzle.
The tidbit was here…somewhere.
All she needed to do was find it.
Eyes glued to the center screen, she indulged in a sip of coffee. The rich hazelnut flavor rolled over her tongue. Ivy hummed in
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