Have you ever heard of Gatekeepers?”
“No. Should I have?”
Oliver spoke next to her. “Probably not, they’re old magic, back from a time when humans weren’t so evolved and the shifters had to hide better. Gatekeepers acted as supernatural watchers. In short, they protected shifters, but in order to do that, they had to have a way to protect themselves – a magic of their own.”
“They’re also the librarians of our world,” Hammer said.
“I haven’t heard anything scary yet,” Amara offered. Oliver smiled when her eyebrows drew together, as if what she’d heard was a giant puzzle needing solving.
Oliver used the pads of his fingers to create gooseflesh on her arms. “You’d have to feel it and see it, in order to understand.”
Her face whipped around and her eyes were wide when she said, “You’ve witnessed it?”
Oliver remembered the weirdness. The way his limbs felt like they were locked in quicksand and sound was amplified while the world seemed to move at a slower place. He shuddered and wiped the corners of his lips with his hands. “Yeah. Never seen anything like it.”
“So what happened?” She paused and her face scrunched. “Why would Luther want this information?”
“She can control shifters,” Maura said slowly, enunciating every word.
“Oh. Right. Well…” His mate chuckled and smoothed a hand down her leg. “I guess I can see where that would be useful.”
“She’s not the only Gatekeeper in the world, but she’s one of us, and she’s not going anywhere.”
Amara raised her hands and showed her palms to Hammer. “I don't plan on adding kidnapping to my list of wrongdoings.”
“Didn’t think ya would, just throwing it out there. She’s Lucky’s mate. We protect our own.”
Something kept nagging at Oliver. “Did we find out who planted the bomb?” In his sex haze, he’d nearly forgotten about the van blowing up. Goes to show just how powerful pheromones and mating were.
A knock at the front door made Hammer hesitate, stand up, and walk to the peephole. His shoulders relaxed and he opened the door, admitting the rest of their motley crew.
Oliver stood and shook his brothers’ hands and got a knowing look from Lucky.
“Good to see you guys alive, man,” Lucky said. “When Flip told us what happened…” He let the sentence trail off and shook his head. “Got any beer?”
“In the fridge.” Hammer pointed behind him through a doorway.
“Where’s Cecelia?” Oliver asked once Lucky sat down on the arm of the sofa next to him.
“Locked at the clubhouse with Brick.”
Oliver arched a brow and snagged the cold beer Flip handed him. “Smart. The less distractions the better.”
Lucky drummed his fingers on his thigh. “She handles herself pretty well around us, but I don’t trust the humans.”
“Don’t blame ya there, bro.”
“How about you?” He waited until Amara left the room. He nodded in her direction. “Get anywhere yet?” In case his meaning was lost in translation, Lucky wagged his brows, making Oliver laugh.
“Yeah, we…” He made sex motions with his fingers. “Still working on the rest.”
“It will come. Don’t force it.”
“Is that what you say to Cecelia when your dick won’t stay hard?”
“Fuck off, bro. I get more pussy daily than you.”
Oliver opened his mouth to fire back but Amara plopped down next to them and said, “Am I missing something, love?”
“Naw, baby, just bustin’ each other.”
“Right. I ain’t buying that bloody story.”
Lucky chuckled and rose to his feet. “Your work is cut out for you, Oliver.” He turned toward Hammer. “All right. What’s the plan?”
All eyes set upon their fearless leader and waited with baited breath. Amara leaned forward and rammed one of her knuckles into her mouth then latched onto it with her teeth.
13 Chapter Thirteen
Another knock sounded at the door and Lucky jumped first, calling out, “That would be Buzz, I’m sure.” He
“No. Should I have?”
Oliver spoke next to her. “Probably not, they’re old magic, back from a time when humans weren’t so evolved and the shifters had to hide better. Gatekeepers acted as supernatural watchers. In short, they protected shifters, but in order to do that, they had to have a way to protect themselves – a magic of their own.”
“They’re also the librarians of our world,” Hammer said.
“I haven’t heard anything scary yet,” Amara offered. Oliver smiled when her eyebrows drew together, as if what she’d heard was a giant puzzle needing solving.
Oliver used the pads of his fingers to create gooseflesh on her arms. “You’d have to feel it and see it, in order to understand.”
Her face whipped around and her eyes were wide when she said, “You’ve witnessed it?”
Oliver remembered the weirdness. The way his limbs felt like they were locked in quicksand and sound was amplified while the world seemed to move at a slower place. He shuddered and wiped the corners of his lips with his hands. “Yeah. Never seen anything like it.”
“So what happened?” She paused and her face scrunched. “Why would Luther want this information?”
“She can control shifters,” Maura said slowly, enunciating every word.
“Oh. Right. Well…” His mate chuckled and smoothed a hand down her leg. “I guess I can see where that would be useful.”
“She’s not the only Gatekeeper in the world, but she’s one of us, and she’s not going anywhere.”
Amara raised her hands and showed her palms to Hammer. “I don't plan on adding kidnapping to my list of wrongdoings.”
“Didn’t think ya would, just throwing it out there. She’s Lucky’s mate. We protect our own.”
Something kept nagging at Oliver. “Did we find out who planted the bomb?” In his sex haze, he’d nearly forgotten about the van blowing up. Goes to show just how powerful pheromones and mating were.
A knock at the front door made Hammer hesitate, stand up, and walk to the peephole. His shoulders relaxed and he opened the door, admitting the rest of their motley crew.
Oliver stood and shook his brothers’ hands and got a knowing look from Lucky.
“Good to see you guys alive, man,” Lucky said. “When Flip told us what happened…” He let the sentence trail off and shook his head. “Got any beer?”
“In the fridge.” Hammer pointed behind him through a doorway.
“Where’s Cecelia?” Oliver asked once Lucky sat down on the arm of the sofa next to him.
“Locked at the clubhouse with Brick.”
Oliver arched a brow and snagged the cold beer Flip handed him. “Smart. The less distractions the better.”
Lucky drummed his fingers on his thigh. “She handles herself pretty well around us, but I don’t trust the humans.”
“Don’t blame ya there, bro.”
“How about you?” He waited until Amara left the room. He nodded in her direction. “Get anywhere yet?” In case his meaning was lost in translation, Lucky wagged his brows, making Oliver laugh.
“Yeah, we…” He made sex motions with his fingers. “Still working on the rest.”
“It will come. Don’t force it.”
“Is that what you say to Cecelia when your dick won’t stay hard?”
“Fuck off, bro. I get more pussy daily than you.”
Oliver opened his mouth to fire back but Amara plopped down next to them and said, “Am I missing something, love?”
“Naw, baby, just bustin’ each other.”
“Right. I ain’t buying that bloody story.”
Lucky chuckled and rose to his feet. “Your work is cut out for you, Oliver.” He turned toward Hammer. “All right. What’s the plan?”
All eyes set upon their fearless leader and waited with baited breath. Amara leaned forward and rammed one of her knuckles into her mouth then latched onto it with her teeth.
13 Chapter Thirteen
Another knock sounded at the door and Lucky jumped first, calling out, “That would be Buzz, I’m sure.” He
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