Seal of Destiny by Traci Douglass Page A

seemed to sense Mira watching and turned, his face flushed. Mira grinned.
    “What exactly did you get done?” She prodded Kagan while they waited for the elevator to arrive. “It’s nothing illegal, is it?”
    Kagan slid her a sideways glance. “I’d never do anything to put you in danger,
piccola.
”
    “That doesn’t answer my question.” Less than reassured, Mira followed Kagan into the elevator. Her mark flared, and unease gnawed at her resolve. Whatever this evening was going to bring, she had a feeling she wasn’t going to like it.

Chapter 6
    “You have enough to eat,
piccola
?” Kagan said, eyeing her half-eaten burger and fries.
    “I’m stuffed, thanks. You want — ” He pounced at the remaining food on her plate. Mira snorted. Massive build aside, she was still amazed at the amount of food the warriors had put away. Zoe returned to the table with a chocolate malt and Mira smiled. Her friend was a certified chocoholic. “Dessert?”
    “You know it, girlfriend,” Zoe said, digging in.
    “Dog’s Bollocks, I want one!” Wyck fixated on the shake like he’d discovered a hidden cache of gold bullion. “Where?”
    Zoe pointed to an ice cream store across the food court.
    “Be right back.” He sprinted away.
    A short time later, Wyck returned with the most monstrous cup of ice cream she’d ever seen. “What the hell’s
that
?”
    “A Super Pig!” Wyck said before attacking his treat with gusto.
    “Yes, you are.” Kagan smirked and tossed a balled-up wrapper at Wyck’s head. Wyck shoved another heaping spoonful of sundae into his mouth before flipping him off.
    “Oh, I’ve eaten one of those before,” Zoe said, slurping her malt.
    “
Si
? And where’d you hide the evidence?” Kagan peeked below the table. Zoe laughed and Xander scowled, his gaze steadfast on the phone screen before him.
    “Hey, I wasn’t born with these curves, you know. Takes works to maintain this shape.” Zoe waved her hand in game show hostess fashion. “Besides, I eat when I’m stressed.”
    The other warriors glanced at the tray of empty food containers in front of Zoe then at Mira. She grinned and nodded. “It’s true. I wouldn’t want to face her in an eating contest.”
    “My kind of lady.” Wyck winked at Zoe. Xander watched the exchange, the phone still squeezed in his fist. The sound of cracking plastic soon filled the air as the device’s protective case gave way beneath the pressure of Xander’s grip. Wyck arched a brow in the commander’s direction, but refrained from commenting.
    A commotion sounded near the entrance to the food court. All three warriors rose and spun to face the disturbance, their chairs clattering to the floor. They assumed battle stances, their expressions brimming with lethal challenge.
    Mira searched the room for danger, but failed to spot anything sinister. “Hey, guys, what’s going on?”
    “Shhh,” Kagan said.
    Her anger flared. Mira’s gaze slid from the tip of her steel-toed boot to his butt. How hard would she have to kick his ass to knock him over?
    “Don’t ‘shush’ me, asshole!” Mira peeked around Kagan’s arm to find a hulking male approaching. Several patrons froze in place while he stomped through the patio, his icy stare locked on Xander. He halted in front of their table, tension pulsing from his powerful frame.
    Wyck broke the silence. “Damn, Chago, some warning would’ve been appreciated.” He righted his toppled chair and sat. “Have a seat, brother.”
    Mira frowned when the other warriors returned to their seats and relaxed.
Fantastic, another Scion. How many of these guys are there?
She glanced at Zoe. Her friend devoured her shake faster, watching the new arrival with suspicion.
    Kagan made the introductions. “Mira, this is Chago. Chago, Mira.” He pointed across the table. “And Zoe.”
    Chago nodded at each of them before returning his attention to Xander. “Argus is on the move. I followed him out of Union Station where he