York turned to snarl at the ruling Keeper. “You are frightening my Angel. I understand you’re accustomed to dealing with mere humans. I am not one. Stop threatening what’s mine before the scent of her distress forces me to action.”
Turning to peek at Fatal, Sky couldn’t stop the sh udder that wracked her body at his sudden loss of amusement. She burrowed closer to York’s chest, finding comfort in his warm embrace.
Fatal slowly inched closer. “We Keepers also do not take kindly to having what is ours threatened. You expect me to permit you to walk out of here, possibly to return with an army of your kind, on faith alone? We haven’t existed this long by trusting others with our secret, Walker. You want trust? You earn it by giving yours. You’re afraid to trust your mate with us, just as I fear you walking out of here with knowledge of my kind. I know I can ensure your mate’s safety. What I don’t know is if I can trust you both to walk out of here with information you’ve gleaned from this meeting.” He tilted his head to the side. “Concessions must be made.”
For some odd reason, Sky believed Fatal. She trusted that if he vowed to keep her safe that he would. She pushed off York’s chest. Balling her tiny hands into fists, she drew in a calming breath as she fortified her resolve. She could do this.
Turning, she opened her mouth to agree to Fatal’s terms when York spoke instead. “I’ll stay.”
Sky’s head jerked up to stare at him.
“You don’t need her. You just need a body. I’ll stay, and she’ll…”
“What? NO!” Sky’s resolve crumbled. Those… things were out there, and while she didn’t want to stay, she certainly couldn’t leave without York. She wasn’t the only one who remembered.
Fatal’s grin was smug. “You won’t trust her with me, but you’ll trust her with the Megalya?”
“If I could use a phone,” York began but was quickly cut off.
“We have no technology in our den. We need none.”
York was tempted to admit that a team of Skin Walkers were already en route, but that’d only go against the trust he was trying to build if he admitted he’d called for back-up. Plus, he’d still need Monroe’s permission to set the meeting.
York’s gaze fell to the ground as he shook his head once and tightened his fists. Sky watched York’s muscles bunch and flex as he weighed his options. When his eyes finally sought hers, his look was filled with mournful resignation. He would not send her out into Megalya hands.
Sky silently stared at York, reading the anger and regret in the taut lines of his massive frame. She swallowed hard and nodded her consent, her eyes closing.
She felt his hand cup her cheek. “Listen, my heart. He’s right. I can’t let you walk out of here alone with the Megalya hunting you.”
His voice got closer , as if he’d lowered his head to her ear, but Sky kept her eyes closed. He’s leaving me!
“It’s safer for you here. If the Megalya take you, your fate is sealed.” He glanced up at Fatal then back to her. “This way we have a chance. The Keepers have proven they are willing to protect you from the Megalya.”
They’ve also proven that the one…Rohm, wants me. She didn’t speak the words. She knew that she and York needed reinforcements, and she was an acceptable casualty.
York kept caressing her cheek. His second hand cupped the other side of her face, and his thumbs brushed aside the tears that had slipped free from her eyes. “Look at me, Sky.” His tone was imploring, almost heart broken.
Sky opened her eyes and blinked before staring at him. Honestly, what had she expected? She didn’t know him, and he owed her nothing. She was collateral damage in the war between Skin Walkers, Megalya, and Keepers. So much more was riding on this than the fate of one mere woman. Mustering all the courage she could,
Turning to peek at Fatal, Sky couldn’t stop the sh udder that wracked her body at his sudden loss of amusement. She burrowed closer to York’s chest, finding comfort in his warm embrace.
Fatal slowly inched closer. “We Keepers also do not take kindly to having what is ours threatened. You expect me to permit you to walk out of here, possibly to return with an army of your kind, on faith alone? We haven’t existed this long by trusting others with our secret, Walker. You want trust? You earn it by giving yours. You’re afraid to trust your mate with us, just as I fear you walking out of here with knowledge of my kind. I know I can ensure your mate’s safety. What I don’t know is if I can trust you both to walk out of here with information you’ve gleaned from this meeting.” He tilted his head to the side. “Concessions must be made.”
For some odd reason, Sky believed Fatal. She trusted that if he vowed to keep her safe that he would. She pushed off York’s chest. Balling her tiny hands into fists, she drew in a calming breath as she fortified her resolve. She could do this.
Turning, she opened her mouth to agree to Fatal’s terms when York spoke instead. “I’ll stay.”
Sky’s head jerked up to stare at him.
“You don’t need her. You just need a body. I’ll stay, and she’ll…”
“What? NO!” Sky’s resolve crumbled. Those… things were out there, and while she didn’t want to stay, she certainly couldn’t leave without York. She wasn’t the only one who remembered.
Fatal’s grin was smug. “You won’t trust her with me, but you’ll trust her with the Megalya?”
“If I could use a phone,” York began but was quickly cut off.
“We have no technology in our den. We need none.”
York was tempted to admit that a team of Skin Walkers were already en route, but that’d only go against the trust he was trying to build if he admitted he’d called for back-up. Plus, he’d still need Monroe’s permission to set the meeting.
York’s gaze fell to the ground as he shook his head once and tightened his fists. Sky watched York’s muscles bunch and flex as he weighed his options. When his eyes finally sought hers, his look was filled with mournful resignation. He would not send her out into Megalya hands.
Sky silently stared at York, reading the anger and regret in the taut lines of his massive frame. She swallowed hard and nodded her consent, her eyes closing.
She felt his hand cup her cheek. “Listen, my heart. He’s right. I can’t let you walk out of here alone with the Megalya hunting you.”
His voice got closer , as if he’d lowered his head to her ear, but Sky kept her eyes closed. He’s leaving me!
“It’s safer for you here. If the Megalya take you, your fate is sealed.” He glanced up at Fatal then back to her. “This way we have a chance. The Keepers have proven they are willing to protect you from the Megalya.”
They’ve also proven that the one…Rohm, wants me. She didn’t speak the words. She knew that she and York needed reinforcements, and she was an acceptable casualty.
York kept caressing her cheek. His second hand cupped the other side of her face, and his thumbs brushed aside the tears that had slipped free from her eyes. “Look at me, Sky.” His tone was imploring, almost heart broken.
Sky opened her eyes and blinked before staring at him. Honestly, what had she expected? She didn’t know him, and he owed her nothing. She was collateral damage in the war between Skin Walkers, Megalya, and Keepers. So much more was riding on this than the fate of one mere woman. Mustering all the courage she could,
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