you.”
“Yes, I love him. Our memories are returning and we have a lot of time to make up for, but fate cannot be ignored.” He didn’t want to talk about Aslan, though. His mate was never far from his thoughts, and already he was fighting the urge to rush up the stairs, find his lover, and ravish him to within an inch of both their lives.
“Then I’m thinkin’ ya need to be polishin’ your negation skills.” Bannon looked sympathetic, but not overly so. He was still a little peeved at Torren for deceiving them when he’d been sent on his last assignment.
Not that Torren could blame him, but at the time, it couldn’t be helped. He’d done what he had to do to protect everyone in the only way he knew how. He couldn’t take it back, and he wouldn’t apologize for it.
“Is Aslan busy?”
Torren smiled. It had been almost six days since Aslan had seen his friends. With Halloween only two days away, he knew his baby was nervous about what might happen. Galen would be a nice surprise to lift his spirits. “I think he’s trying to teach Lynk and Raith how to play the Xbox. I’m sure he could use a break. My brothers are not exactly gracious students.”
Even as he spoke the words, Raith’s voice drifted down into the basement, loud and angry. “You cheating little shit! How am I supposed to blow you up if you won’t sit still?” They all burst into laughter at Raith’s indignation. Then Galen pushed up on his toes, kissed Bannon’s cheek, and waved before jogging out of the room. Bannon watched him go before turning back to Torren. “So, what’s the plan?”
He didn’t want to do it, but he was running out of time and options. “When do Nicholas and Jonas arrive?”
“Tomorrow evenin’,” Bannon answered immediately.
Torren nodded. “Then Phillip McCarthy can wait. I’m hoping Nicholas can either reason with him or give me something more to go on.” He looked the Enforcer in the eye, took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. “I need you to take me into your dreamscape, along with Natalie.”
* * * *
“You cheating little shit! How am I supposed to blow you up if you won’t sit still?” Raith’s tongue was stuck between his teeth, and he jerked his entire body as he tried unsuccessfully to blow up Aslan’s car in front of him. “This blows!”
“This blows!” Wren sang, clapping his little hands together as he bounced up and down on the cushion beside Raith.
“Raith!” Aslan admonished as he paused the game and knelt down in front of the little pixie. They still had no idea where the boy’s parents were or how to contact them. Thank the gods that Galen had spotted him while searching for Torren’s brothers.
Bannon’s brothers had located the child and rescued him from a pack of werewolves in Missouri, and then brought the orphan to The Council. He was exceptionally bright for only five and cute as a button. Aslan adored him but sometimes his heart would ache when he looked at Wren. With his ebony curls and smoky eyes, he looked so much like what he imagined Addison would have at that age—the child Aslan had lost all those years ago.
“Wren, what did I tell you about repeating what your Uncle Raith says?”
Wren wrinkled his nose and tilted his head to the side. “That I shouldn’t say them, because Uncle Raith and Uncle Lynk say bad stuff.”
A quiet chuckle reached his ears, and Aslan looked up to see Galen standing near the end of the sofa, beaming from ear to ear. He grinned back, pleasantly surprised to see his friend. Galen wasn’t paying much attention to him, though. “Hello, Wren. Do you remember me?”
“Galen!” Wren jumped up from his seat and darted across the room, throwing his arms out for Galen to pick him up. “You didn’t come back to play,” he pouted once he was in Galen’s arms.
“Did, too,” Galen replied and stuck his tongue out, earning him a giggle from Wren. “I’m here now, aren’t I?”
“Yep.” He bounced a little
“Yes, I love him. Our memories are returning and we have a lot of time to make up for, but fate cannot be ignored.” He didn’t want to talk about Aslan, though. His mate was never far from his thoughts, and already he was fighting the urge to rush up the stairs, find his lover, and ravish him to within an inch of both their lives.
“Then I’m thinkin’ ya need to be polishin’ your negation skills.” Bannon looked sympathetic, but not overly so. He was still a little peeved at Torren for deceiving them when he’d been sent on his last assignment.
Not that Torren could blame him, but at the time, it couldn’t be helped. He’d done what he had to do to protect everyone in the only way he knew how. He couldn’t take it back, and he wouldn’t apologize for it.
“Is Aslan busy?”
Torren smiled. It had been almost six days since Aslan had seen his friends. With Halloween only two days away, he knew his baby was nervous about what might happen. Galen would be a nice surprise to lift his spirits. “I think he’s trying to teach Lynk and Raith how to play the Xbox. I’m sure he could use a break. My brothers are not exactly gracious students.”
Even as he spoke the words, Raith’s voice drifted down into the basement, loud and angry. “You cheating little shit! How am I supposed to blow you up if you won’t sit still?” They all burst into laughter at Raith’s indignation. Then Galen pushed up on his toes, kissed Bannon’s cheek, and waved before jogging out of the room. Bannon watched him go before turning back to Torren. “So, what’s the plan?”
He didn’t want to do it, but he was running out of time and options. “When do Nicholas and Jonas arrive?”
“Tomorrow evenin’,” Bannon answered immediately.
Torren nodded. “Then Phillip McCarthy can wait. I’m hoping Nicholas can either reason with him or give me something more to go on.” He looked the Enforcer in the eye, took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. “I need you to take me into your dreamscape, along with Natalie.”
* * * *
“You cheating little shit! How am I supposed to blow you up if you won’t sit still?” Raith’s tongue was stuck between his teeth, and he jerked his entire body as he tried unsuccessfully to blow up Aslan’s car in front of him. “This blows!”
“This blows!” Wren sang, clapping his little hands together as he bounced up and down on the cushion beside Raith.
“Raith!” Aslan admonished as he paused the game and knelt down in front of the little pixie. They still had no idea where the boy’s parents were or how to contact them. Thank the gods that Galen had spotted him while searching for Torren’s brothers.
Bannon’s brothers had located the child and rescued him from a pack of werewolves in Missouri, and then brought the orphan to The Council. He was exceptionally bright for only five and cute as a button. Aslan adored him but sometimes his heart would ache when he looked at Wren. With his ebony curls and smoky eyes, he looked so much like what he imagined Addison would have at that age—the child Aslan had lost all those years ago.
“Wren, what did I tell you about repeating what your Uncle Raith says?”
Wren wrinkled his nose and tilted his head to the side. “That I shouldn’t say them, because Uncle Raith and Uncle Lynk say bad stuff.”
A quiet chuckle reached his ears, and Aslan looked up to see Galen standing near the end of the sofa, beaming from ear to ear. He grinned back, pleasantly surprised to see his friend. Galen wasn’t paying much attention to him, though. “Hello, Wren. Do you remember me?”
“Galen!” Wren jumped up from his seat and darted across the room, throwing his arms out for Galen to pick him up. “You didn’t come back to play,” he pouted once he was in Galen’s arms.
“Did, too,” Galen replied and stuck his tongue out, earning him a giggle from Wren. “I’m here now, aren’t I?”
“Yep.” He bounced a little
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