The Seahorse Who Loved the Wrong Lynx by Scarlet Hyacinth Page B
Authors: Scarlet Hyacinth
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Unseelie.
Layton’s father didn’t seem at all concerned. Layton was not
surprised. His father had once immobilized an entire carrier ship
single-handedly. But that ship had been one of humans. The thing that worried Layton most was the Sidhe used magic. His father’s powers,
while quite incredible, came from a different source. Layton was
pretty sure his father was one of the strongest shifters in the world—
maybe even the strongest—but Byron had not yet been tested against
magic.
Thankfully, Rhys came with them, eager to help now that he’d
seen Layton keep his promise. Morgan had explained that incubi had
a thing about respecting boundaries and not abusing their powers. It 82
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must be why Rhys had decided to tell them about the magical
signature and his father’s involvement in the spell.
“There are wards around the mansion,” Rhys told them as they
watched the distant mansion from their cars. “Even if you snuck past the guards, those things will still feel you.”
“Then what do you suggest?” Byron arched a brow.
“I’m afraid I don’t have any suggestions, Mr. Cunningham,” Rhys
replied. “I was only pointing out what you could not do.”
“And I appreciate that, Rhys.” Byron’s smile was feral. “But who
said we plan to sneak past the guards?”
Byron turned the car around, and no more was said until they
reached their own home. The first trip had supposedly meant to be for reconnaissance purposes, which was why Layton had been allowed to
come along in the first place. But now, Layton wondered what his
father was thinking.
“He always has a plan,” Preston said through their bond. “It will be fine. You’ll see.”
Layton agreed, but he couldn’t help but continue to muse over it
all throughout the drive back. When the car slipped into the courtyard of their own mansion, he felt marginally better, but not by much.
Layton’s parents owned private residences in capitals all over the
world, but this particular one belonged to Layton’s grandparents,
Skye and Lark Pierce. It was also the current base of operation of
their “task force.” It was not the first time Layton had been here, but in the past, he’d never had the urge to go out there and kick
someone’s ass.
His father parked the car, and Layton shot out of it, followed by
his mate. His father walked ahead of them, seemingly lost in thought.
Layton somehow doubted that was the case.
The first thing Layton noticed was that there were unfamiliar
people on the premises. Two cars were in the driveway, and men
wearing dark sunglasses stood by them, their spines ramrod straight.
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They weren’t shifters, though. No, these guys reminded Layton of
Ysanne. Sidhe.
Once inside, his father led them unerringly to a receiving room.
And just as Layton had begun to suspect, his dad was there, together with Preston’s parents, talking with a Sidhe woman. She looked
somewhat like Ysanne, but Layton guessed it was only because they
shared a species.
Layton’s dad got up as they entered the room. “Oh, honey, come
here,” he told Layton. “I’d like you to meet someone. This is Elder Adele Mercier. Elder, this is my second son, Layton, and his mate,
Preston. You remember my mate Byron.” Always the gracious host,
he didn’t forget to mention Rhys. “And this is our good friend, Rhys Whitaker.”
“I’ve heard a lot about you, Layton.” She pronounced his name
Lei- ton , which for whatever reason, struck Layton as funny. “Your sire has explained the unpleasant situation we find ourselves in.” Her gaze went to Rhys. “Alas, such things
happen when
more…unpleasant species mingle with our own.”
“With all due respect, Elder, it was your kind who forced my
father’s hand,” Rhys said bitingly. “He only wanted to be with his
mate. If Ysanne’s father hadn’t stood in his way, he’d never have
gone along with it in
Layton’s father didn’t seem at all concerned. Layton was not
surprised. His father had once immobilized an entire carrier ship
single-handedly. But that ship had been one of humans. The thing that worried Layton most was the Sidhe used magic. His father’s powers,
while quite incredible, came from a different source. Layton was
pretty sure his father was one of the strongest shifters in the world—
maybe even the strongest—but Byron had not yet been tested against
magic.
Thankfully, Rhys came with them, eager to help now that he’d
seen Layton keep his promise. Morgan had explained that incubi had
a thing about respecting boundaries and not abusing their powers. It 82
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must be why Rhys had decided to tell them about the magical
signature and his father’s involvement in the spell.
“There are wards around the mansion,” Rhys told them as they
watched the distant mansion from their cars. “Even if you snuck past the guards, those things will still feel you.”
“Then what do you suggest?” Byron arched a brow.
“I’m afraid I don’t have any suggestions, Mr. Cunningham,” Rhys
replied. “I was only pointing out what you could not do.”
“And I appreciate that, Rhys.” Byron’s smile was feral. “But who
said we plan to sneak past the guards?”
Byron turned the car around, and no more was said until they
reached their own home. The first trip had supposedly meant to be for reconnaissance purposes, which was why Layton had been allowed to
come along in the first place. But now, Layton wondered what his
father was thinking.
“He always has a plan,” Preston said through their bond. “It will be fine. You’ll see.”
Layton agreed, but he couldn’t help but continue to muse over it
all throughout the drive back. When the car slipped into the courtyard of their own mansion, he felt marginally better, but not by much.
Layton’s parents owned private residences in capitals all over the
world, but this particular one belonged to Layton’s grandparents,
Skye and Lark Pierce. It was also the current base of operation of
their “task force.” It was not the first time Layton had been here, but in the past, he’d never had the urge to go out there and kick
someone’s ass.
His father parked the car, and Layton shot out of it, followed by
his mate. His father walked ahead of them, seemingly lost in thought.
Layton somehow doubted that was the case.
The first thing Layton noticed was that there were unfamiliar
people on the premises. Two cars were in the driveway, and men
wearing dark sunglasses stood by them, their spines ramrod straight.
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They weren’t shifters, though. No, these guys reminded Layton of
Ysanne. Sidhe.
Once inside, his father led them unerringly to a receiving room.
And just as Layton had begun to suspect, his dad was there, together with Preston’s parents, talking with a Sidhe woman. She looked
somewhat like Ysanne, but Layton guessed it was only because they
shared a species.
Layton’s dad got up as they entered the room. “Oh, honey, come
here,” he told Layton. “I’d like you to meet someone. This is Elder Adele Mercier. Elder, this is my second son, Layton, and his mate,
Preston. You remember my mate Byron.” Always the gracious host,
he didn’t forget to mention Rhys. “And this is our good friend, Rhys Whitaker.”
“I’ve heard a lot about you, Layton.” She pronounced his name
Lei- ton , which for whatever reason, struck Layton as funny. “Your sire has explained the unpleasant situation we find ourselves in.” Her gaze went to Rhys. “Alas, such things
happen when
more…unpleasant species mingle with our own.”
“With all due respect, Elder, it was your kind who forced my
father’s hand,” Rhys said bitingly. “He only wanted to be with his
mate. If Ysanne’s father hadn’t stood in his way, he’d never have
gone along with it in
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