Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 91002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
I spat with my unexpected laughter. “Sorry!” I wiped my face. “Yes, he wanted you to have that. That’s yours.”
Kingsley grinned. “Good. It’s a thing of beauty.”
“So that’s good, then.” I lifted my eyebrows at Austin. “These are experienced alphas with big packs, right? This is a good start for the convocation.”
“Very.” He inclined his head. “It’ll go a long way to instill confidence and lend some credit to my reformed nature. Maybe one of these days, I won’t be so fun to talk-trash and speculate about.”
“Oh, I doubt that.” Kingsley grinned at him, but his smile quickly dwindled. “When are you going to go after Armendale?”
Austin leaned into the cushion and put his arm along the back of the couch. “Not yet. I want to hit a couple of the bigger, surlier alphas first. I want a few of the unhinged original alphas that make people nervous. Like me.”
Kingsley studied him for a long beat. “Is that wise?”
“We need viciousness, Kingsley. We need adaptability and open minds. If I can dominate, they’ll respect my position. They’ll fit best with the gargoyles in battle. I’ve heard of a few serious power players living a somewhat untamed life, and I’ve heard about some rogues who don’t want the responsibility of their own pack, but that no alphas will take in because they’re too powerful.”
“I’ve heard of some of those, yes. That’s a dangerous move. You’ll have to keep control of them.”
“I’ll keep control, and I’ll provide a home for those who otherwise can’t find a place to settle.”
“Aiming high is one thing, but just make sure you don’t become reckless and get yourself or your mate killed.”
I grimaced as anger swirled through the bonds. Kingsley had unknowingly reminded Austin of the night before.
“Anyway. Cool.” I gave them a thumbs-up and stood. “I’ll just go see if my people can form a line. I’m not expecting great things, but you never know.”
“Are you going to hit those after this?” Kingsley asked Austin as I put my mug in the sink.
“No. We have some gargoyle business to tie up first…”
I let myself out of the suite and, shivering with the cold, quickly wrapped myself in magical warmth before sending out a burst of magic to get people moving. They didn’t hurry. I didn’t blame them, and I didn’t push.
Downstairs, just outside the building’s small sitting area, I found Nessa on a bench with a to-go coffee cup in hand. She wore warm clothes, mittens, and a fuzzy beanie. Her gaze was far away as she looked out over a slice of parking lot and the green beyond.
“Hey,” I said, shoving my hands into my pockets.
She glanced up with a big smile. “Hey.” Her brow scrunched before her lips pulled to the side. “Still tired, huh?”
“Yeah. One of us didn’t get to sleep half a night before being accosted.”
“True.” She grimaced and sipped her coffee. “I know I’m not supposed to apologize again for—”
“Then don’t. I’m glad you’re back.”
She bobbed her head. “I’m glad to be back. Really glad.”
I squinted at her. “Why do you look so fresh? Did Indigo heal you?”
“No, I just slept really well. Better than I have in a long time.”
I grunted and looked away. I would really have liked to go back to sleep just then.
Ulric yawned as he joined us, followed by Jasper. Some of the basajaunak drifted over, sticking to the greener areas. Edgar skulked in with Indigo in tow, each clutching a bouquet of what they thought of as the ugly flowers.
“Hello, Shadow.” Edgar sat onto the bench beside Nessa. “It’s great to see the back of you.”
“Missed that one,” Ulric murmured. Jasper grunted.
She smiled at Edgar and patted his knee. “It’s good to be back. I’m excited to see the new developments in your killer flower experiment.”
I pretended not to notice Edgar glancing at me furtively. “More about that later,” he said out of the side of his mouth.
I made a mental note to check into it. It sounded like he was hiding something.
The rest of the crew showed up, moving slowly but showing smiles and giving encouragement to Nessa.
“Oh—is that her?” Fred’s smile had some serious wattage. She came through the doors after Niamh, holding her laptop and wearing a muumuu over a strange sort of skeleton shirt and legging set. “Nessa?”
“Yes?” Nessa pushed to standing.
“Hi.” Fred stuck out her hand, and Nessa took it hesitantly. “I’m Fred. I’ve been cyber-stalking you for Niamh. Let me just say, your instincts are incredible. In-credible! It’s not often I’m stumped, and you made me really think a couple times. I love it! If you had more know-how on the tech side of things, you’d be unstoppable.” She bobbed half her body in that weird nod she did. “I can help you with that, if you want. I mean, it sounds like we’ll be working together, but I can show you a few things right off the bat. You’ll pick ’em up, no problem.”