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I answered with intended skepticism. "Kyle Steel, it's been longer than a while. What can I do for you?" "Nicholas, I know my father contacted you about hunting Harley, and I believe there are a few things that you should know before helping him." I'd always liked Kyle because he gets straight to the damn point, a man after my heart. "Ok, Kyle, you have my attention." Kyle cleared his throat. "Harley isn't just a Lycan werewolf....." I stopped him right there. "Save your speech, Kyle; it makes no difference to me that Harley is an alpha female; surely you know I've hunted alphas of both genders before." "How do you feel about hunting guardians?" Hold up, just a damn minute! Ian said nothing about a guardian! "What do you mean?" "I am sure you know the legend of Sauther Lake. Sabrina, Harley's mother, was the firstborn seventh-generation female." He paused. "My sister is the next guardian, and Ian knew this." I clenched my jaw and gripped the phone. "What really happened to Harley's mother?" Ian's story about his mate's death had more holes in it than a slice of Swiss cheese, and I always had my suspicions. Kyle's voice heats with anger. "My father killed Sabrina to stop her from taking Harley back to the lake." "So why doesn't Harley just go to the lake now? If she is a guardian, Ian couldn't touch her." "Ian made sure Harley couldn't know her identity or origin after Sabrina's death; no one could speak her name. There was no one to tell her because I just found out when I discovered Ian had found her." "Why would you think I would care about your sister's sob story? You know I get paid to bring the bounty back, not set him or HER free, right?" "I do, but Harley isn't a criminal, and I hoped you would consider that. She isn't on the run because she has done anything to anyone, and she doesn't deserve our father's wrath; he plans to send Harley to the Durwood Academy." That gets Zeek going apeshit in my head because the academy is a horrible place; if the cadet makes it out alive, they will never be the same. The only thing that will ever matter to them again is the kill; it comes with a bloodthirst that will rule their lives. Few have the mental capacity to survive it without going insane. If Harley were a guardian, the effect would be tenfold; although his plan is despicable, now, I understand why Ian would want her at his disposal. With a creature such as a brainwashed guardian defending him, Ian could do whatever he pleased to whomever he pleased. That wasn't good for anyone. I wasn't sure what to do with the detective, but returning her to Ian just got scratched off the list. "So what's in it for me if I decide to help you?" The question gets me a vicious growl from Zeek. 'Calm your tits, Zeek!' We both know I am going, but I want to know where Kyle's loyalty lies. "Nick, I am only trying to protect my sister, and I was hoping you would get that." He took a deep breath. "I will double whatever my father is paying you and help you take him out once and for all. Once the pack is under my control, I will offer you a job as my resident trainer; you could settle down, no more bounties." "I don't need your money or your job, and I won't do your dirty work; if you want Ian dead, do it yourself. I told Ian I was on another case and would let him know once I made a decision, and I will tell you the same thing." "Will you at least give me your word that you won't hurt Harley? If you decide to bring her back to our father anyway, do so with her in one piece, and I will protect her afterwards." "If I decide to go after her, I make no promises. Harley is a cop, and if it comes down to me getting shot or her going down, I won't hesitate to kill her." I disconnected the line and tossed my phone back onto the desk. I refocused on Harley's bio from Ian, searching for her mother. Having found her, I typed her name into my database and hit enter. What came up was what I expected. Sabrina Feilds had indeed been the generation to produce a guardian. I wonder which element Harley has control over? Ian was calculating, if nothing else. How in the hell did he gain access to Sabrina in the first place? I can't imagine him having been invited. Sauther Lake isn't on any map. The lake and its clan are exclusive, protected by decades' worth of good magic. It's the type of thing you have to know to know or don't bother to go. 'Consider who you're dealing with. If there were a way in, Ian would have found it. Why does it even matter now? When are we leaving?' 'There is a reason we've never gone after a guardian before Zeek; it's not worth the risk.' 'Why would she be running from Ian if she knew she had the power to destroy him? And well, yes, us too, I'll give you that much, but I am not asking us to go after her at all. We will be there only to gather information.' 'You're suggesting we go to LA? Now?' 'Yes, I say we should see for ourselves before you agree to anything with either of them. I will know whether she is faking. If she isn't, we work with Ian to get in, fill her in, and be on our way. Doing one good deed won't kill you before we retire. My wolf has had little from me in a while, aside from the joy of saving my ass countless times. I guess I owe him for this last job. 'Ok, Zeek, you win. We will leave first thing in the morning.' I looked over at the sofa and unpacked my bag, which already stunk to high heaven. Zeek coughed dramatically. 'You need fresh clothes!'Nick~ Somewhere around daybreak......' Nick! Wake up!' Zeek's voice clawed at the back of my skull, sharp and frantic. 'What the hell, Z? I groaned internally, my mind still thick with honeyed sleep. 'Blood. Harley's.' My heart didn't just pound; it thrashed against my ribs like a trapped bird as I surged upright. The sheets were a grisly, sodden mess, the copper tang of iron filling the air. With shaking hands, I patted down her limbs, searching for a jagged cut or a wound. Nothing. Her skin was pale and cool, her eyes locked in a deep, unresponsive heaviness. 'The bleeding is internal, Nick. Wake her up. Now.' 'Ok, I choked out, sliding my arms under her and pulling her limp weight into my lap. The source became clear as fresh blood spread over us from between her thighs. "Harley? Harley, baby, look at me." Panic was a cold pressure in my throat. This shouldn't be happening; pregnant women do not bleed, certainly not with this much volume. Her eyelids fluttered, th
Nick~ There's not much left of the pie, so I spoon the leftovers into a Tupperware and put them in the fridge. Harley and I rinse the dishes, put them in the washer, and clean up our mess. It's hovering around midnight when we strip on the back porch. Then I flip the indoor switch and throw juice to the jacuzzi. Spa lights glow under its cover, and the hum of the jets vibrates through the deck, beckoning us. We step out into the night and cross to another platform to reach the hot tub. A strong whiff of the cowboy cologne shrubs growing around the lake wafts past as I lift the cover. My parents must have been here recently; there are still towels inside the warmer. Harley's body glowed in the moonlight, but her growing breasts and belly took the spotlight for me. Goosebumps are forming on her arms, so I lead her down the steps and into the bubbling water. We settled on the wrap-around bench, and naturally, my arm goes to rest on the side behind her. The velvet sky was thi
Nick~ Out front, the cracked ceramic gnomes still stand guard in the garden, their painted faces chipped by years of autumn rains and summer heat. Inside the house, the air still smells faintly of lavender, and my parents just as it did the last time I was here. With Harley settled inside, I go back out to unload the car. A few minutes later, our bags hit the sofa with a thud, and I took the cooler into the kitchen. When I return to the living room, Harley has moved to the stone hearth above the dormant fireplace. She's holding a framed photo of me at age nine, caught mid-air over the clear water beneath the pier, and smiles down at the little boy in the image. "You were a cutie," she says, setting the photo back on the mantel's polished wood grain and picking up another photo of Sean and me. "My mother couldn't put the camera down," I say, a light chuckle dying in my throat. "I swear I jumped off that damn pier fifty times before she got that shot." "This is Sean?" She rubs h
Harley~ Nick's argon oil scent calms me as I breathe him in. "What do you think about us going away for the weekend? We could relax, unwind, and regroup before court on Monday." My throat seized in protest as I tried swallowing down the sharp taste of bile. I'm not ready to face Ben. "You and I alone in the woods could get us into trouble." "I'm hoping so," he growls as he squeezes my waist. He always knows how to hook me. "Did you have something in mind?" "Un-hun, there's a lake a couple of hours from here that our parents took us to every year. It's very private, and we have a cabin right on the lakefront. It isn't magical, but we could make our own." "We sure can, Wolfman." "Great," he pulls back and kisses my forehead. "If we leave soon, we can see the sunset over the lake." I'm ushered out the back door, where Becky, Kyle, and Kylie enjoy the salty breeze on the lanai. The concrete and chairs are now in the shade of the house, as the sun has passed overhead. He sets me
Nick~ Given that Harley tossed and turned most of the night. I'm surprised to wake and find her missing from my arms. A quick scan of the room finds her sitting in the bay window, knees pulled up to her chest, quietly staring out. She'd moved aside the heavy drapes, and in the warm morning light, she glowed. "Harley, honey, you ok?" She glances over her shoulder. "Yeah, just thinking." "It looks deep," I prop up on my elbow and push the blanket away. "What's on your mind, Amante?" "Having Melinda bind our powers so we don't become the next addition to 'freaks like us.'" "You can be my freak anytime," I waggled my eyebrows at her with a wink, but my antics aren't working. "Last night wasn't your fault." "But still it happened because I couldn't control it." "Would you please come here?" She does; her bare feet pad across the floor. My old t-shirt never looked so good, though it's down to her knees. Once she's snuggled under the blanket, close, I kiss her forehead. "You
Nick~ Harley's body remains stiff beside mine as I lead her out of our room. Down the hall, she's dragging her feet across the carpet runner while her breath gets shallow. Enough of this. I stop us and wrap my arms around her. "What's going on, Amante? Are you having second thoughts? It's ok if you are." "Of course not," she traced my jaw with her fingers. "Facing these people again isn't as easy as I thought, that's all." "It will be different this time, and on our terms. Harley, I trust Seth." "If you do, then I do too," she tossed her hair over her shoulder and linked her arm through mine. "Let's get on with it," she took a deep breath. That's my girl! We continued into the den, where everyone was waiting for us. Kyle had two desks and chairs moved together, facing each other in front of the fireplace. The three newsmen already sat at one of them, locking their eyes on us. So what if we're late for the party? One man fiddles with his pen, and they all have notepads. Seth is
Harley~ Once we're dry, Nick settled me on the bed and slid my nightgown over my head and stepped into his boxers. He had thought of everything. My stomach rumbled as he brought the tray of food over to me. There's way too much for me to eat by myself, so I handed him a fork and knife as well. "
Kyle~ For quite some time now, I've been standing in the middle of Harley's bedroom without the first clue of what to bring her other than the basics. Becky's voice is high-pitched and fast when she calls for me, insisting that I return to the hospital. The beach bag from the bottom of Harley
Harley~ Nick tucked a stray curl behind my ear. "Anyway you want it, Amante." He let out the footrest of the recliner, pulled the stiff white hospital blanket over his feet, and adjusted the pillow under his head. Nick looks over at me with a smile, though I know he is uncomfortable. Half of h
Nick~ The red digital clock on the wall reads 03:00. That leaves about five hours before the next round of poking, prodding, and vital signs. Thankfully, there is finally light at the end of the tunnel. It's been a LONG four days and now five nights for both Harley and the staff. Harley adjust







