she plastered on a false smile. “It’s okay, York.” The last word escaped her on a strangled plea. “Go.”
If he didn’t leave now, right this second, she was going to clamp onto him and beg him to not to leave her.
“I’m coming back, Sky!”
She nodded and backed out of his reach. She needed him to leave.
“Sky?”
She turned her back on him and lifted her head. With borrowed courage, she walked as confidently as she could toward Fatal.
The bastard had the nerve to smile as if he’d won some triumphant battle. Maybe he had.
“I want her protected. Fuck that, cherished! If so much as one hair on her head is out of place…” he didn’t finish. His voice had deepened to the point where his words were barely distinguishable.
Fatal nodded. “I’ll cherish her as if she were my own.”
“NO!” York closed the distance between them in seconds and fisted his hand in Fatal’s shirt, drawing several Keepers out of the darkness. He didn’t care.
“You’ll protect her as if she is my own. If you harm her, if you touch her, I swear to all the Gods that I. WILL. bring war on your kind.”
Fatal gestured with his head toward the door. “Go! Consort with your ruler and see if he is willing to form an alliance. I’ll keep your female safe. I will not touch her.”
“What’s in it for us,” York couldn’t help but sneer.
“We’ll help defeat your enemies.”
“Then what’s in it for you,” York tossed back just as quickly.
Fatal dipped his head and his eyes narrowed on York. “I think it’s time my Keepers and I came out of the shadows. Your ruler can help us in that effort.”
York’s sneer softened as he turned his head to eye Sky. She looked so defeated , with her head bowed and her arms wrapped around herself. He hated the sight of it. His little fighter looked like she’d given up. “Sky?”
She didn’t look at him, simply rubbed at her arms. He took a step toward her, and she backed up. Part of him wondered if he should just go, complete his task, so he could get back to her. His inner beasts snarled in rage. No! We’re not parting like this.
In two long strides she was in his arms. He crushed her to him and murmured in her hair, “You are mine, Sky. I’m coming back for you. I swear it on all that I am.” It broke his heart that she stayed rigid in his arms. He needed her to believe him, to trust him. “My heart…”
Sky pulled from his embrace and frowned at his chest. “I’m not your heart. I’m not your anything. Just…just go.” She turned and walked to stand beside Fatal. “Where am I being kept?”
The ruling Keeper turned to exit the room with Sky following slowly behind him. York could only watch as his heart was taken from him. The scent of her anguish filled the room and had his beasts demanding he do something. His shoulders slumped. There was nothing he could do. Sky would be safe with the Keepers while he conferenced with Monroe.
Turning, grim determination gripped him as he stalked out of the room and into the corridor. He shifted, and his sleek raven’s form was practically swallowed up by the darkened hall. He followed the path Rohm had led them along, and when he saw the light indicating the alley, he burst free with a surge of speed and strength that shot him high into the sky. If the Megalya were waiting on him, he wanted to lead them far from Sky.
Circling back, he flew over the street and followed the road, making it as easy as p ossible for any Megalya to follow him. When he was finally a good distance from the Keepers’ den, he soared high into the sky where he shifted amid the clouds to a white hawk, virtually disappearing as he soared high above the city and sought out the nearest hotel. By protocol, York was required to contact Tyce first because Tyce was his direct Dominant. Fuck Tyce! This mission was assigned by Monroe;
If he didn’t leave now, right this second, she was going to clamp onto him and beg him to not to leave her.
“I’m coming back, Sky!”
She nodded and backed out of his reach. She needed him to leave.
“Sky?”
She turned her back on him and lifted her head. With borrowed courage, she walked as confidently as she could toward Fatal.
The bastard had the nerve to smile as if he’d won some triumphant battle. Maybe he had.
“I want her protected. Fuck that, cherished! If so much as one hair on her head is out of place…” he didn’t finish. His voice had deepened to the point where his words were barely distinguishable.
Fatal nodded. “I’ll cherish her as if she were my own.”
“NO!” York closed the distance between them in seconds and fisted his hand in Fatal’s shirt, drawing several Keepers out of the darkness. He didn’t care.
“You’ll protect her as if she is my own. If you harm her, if you touch her, I swear to all the Gods that I. WILL. bring war on your kind.”
Fatal gestured with his head toward the door. “Go! Consort with your ruler and see if he is willing to form an alliance. I’ll keep your female safe. I will not touch her.”
“What’s in it for us,” York couldn’t help but sneer.
“We’ll help defeat your enemies.”
“Then what’s in it for you,” York tossed back just as quickly.
Fatal dipped his head and his eyes narrowed on York. “I think it’s time my Keepers and I came out of the shadows. Your ruler can help us in that effort.”
York’s sneer softened as he turned his head to eye Sky. She looked so defeated , with her head bowed and her arms wrapped around herself. He hated the sight of it. His little fighter looked like she’d given up. “Sky?”
She didn’t look at him, simply rubbed at her arms. He took a step toward her, and she backed up. Part of him wondered if he should just go, complete his task, so he could get back to her. His inner beasts snarled in rage. No! We’re not parting like this.
In two long strides she was in his arms. He crushed her to him and murmured in her hair, “You are mine, Sky. I’m coming back for you. I swear it on all that I am.” It broke his heart that she stayed rigid in his arms. He needed her to believe him, to trust him. “My heart…”
Sky pulled from his embrace and frowned at his chest. “I’m not your heart. I’m not your anything. Just…just go.” She turned and walked to stand beside Fatal. “Where am I being kept?”
The ruling Keeper turned to exit the room with Sky following slowly behind him. York could only watch as his heart was taken from him. The scent of her anguish filled the room and had his beasts demanding he do something. His shoulders slumped. There was nothing he could do. Sky would be safe with the Keepers while he conferenced with Monroe.
Turning, grim determination gripped him as he stalked out of the room and into the corridor. He shifted, and his sleek raven’s form was practically swallowed up by the darkened hall. He followed the path Rohm had led them along, and when he saw the light indicating the alley, he burst free with a surge of speed and strength that shot him high into the sky. If the Megalya were waiting on him, he wanted to lead them far from Sky.
Circling back, he flew over the street and followed the road, making it as easy as p ossible for any Megalya to follow him. When he was finally a good distance from the Keepers’ den, he soared high into the sky where he shifted amid the clouds to a white hawk, virtually disappearing as he soared high above the city and sought out the nearest hotel. By protocol, York was required to contact Tyce first because Tyce was his direct Dominant. Fuck Tyce! This mission was assigned by Monroe;
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