LOGINNicholas~
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!'Harley~ Nick's care never fails to amaze me, perhaps because it's not repetitious. Only he would have moved all the things that brought me comfort from the apartment. His special touches, like candles and flowers, are a nice improvement. The room itself is an upgrade from the apartment's bedroom. Shiny, real hardwood floors and a big bay window seat make a dramatic entrance. Through the open bathroom door, the king-size bathtub had caught my eye the moment he'd sat us down. Images of Nick, me, and bubbles filling it have me nestling into his chest. His scent draws me in with an irresistible pull. "Thank you, Wolfman." I turn my head and kiss his pecs. "I can't take all the credit; Becky helped. We wanted you to feel at home." "Anywhere you are is home to me." One kiss leads to another. Nick ran his hands along my back, leaving my skin a burning trail from his touch. "I've been thinking about what Seth said, and I want to hold the press conference." Zeek rumbled in his chest as
Nick~ We both looked at Harley; I wanted to question her, but she wasn't looking so good; I know that look! She slapped my chest. "Bathroom, now!" I scoop her up; one of her arms goes around my neck, and the other hand covers her mouth. Becky opens the front door, steps aside, and points to the half-bath off the living room. Harley is squirming in my arms to get to the toilet as we enter. With her in front of me, I drop to my knees just in time to pull her hair back. When there's nothing left inside her, she leans back into me with tears in her eyes, out of breath. "Nick, I'm sorry, but there's nothing Ben can do; I agreed to the test once it was safe. He should know who Nicoletta's father is, too." "No, Harler, Kyle is right about Ben; he could prove to be a danger to us. What about exposure? Our little one doesn't like to be spied on. Imagine what she will do when they poke at her with needles?" She drops her eyes to the floor, and her voice is almost inaudible. "I hadn't thou
Nick~ Our black SUVs pull out of the hospital parking lot. More media vans waited on the street, and they pulled in behind us as we passed. Now, a caravan of five heads east through downtown LA. We take the US 395 exit and catch another gear. Harley has remained quiet with her head resting on my shoulder. Once her hand returned to its human form, I laced our fingers together. It's hotter than the Fourth of July on a tin roof in the back of the SUV. My voice was sharp when I hit the two-way and asked the driver to turn on the back vents. It didn't matter because it worked, and the AC came to life with a swoosh. Harley's hair blew back as I adjusted the vent for her, but she didn't speak. 'Just be patient with her, Nick.' 'I'm doing my best, Zeek.' 'We also need to help her get a hold of her powers before they get stronger.' 'Seeing as how she has to use those powers on us, I'd say that's an excellent idea. Though the how is a mystery, other than trial and error.' Wh
Nick~ Shelia walks away while Zeek is urging me out the door, but it's unnecessary; I'm already gone. The cards go under my arm, and my eyes go to the door. My boots scuffing over the carpet and the glass doors closing behind me sit right with my soul. Salt air and a south breeze surrounded me coming out of the station, ushering me out to freedom. On my way across the parking lot, I'm still trying to connect with Harley. I'm in the car, pulling out, by the time she accepts my call. Harley's voice comes through with a brave front, but it's the underlying shakiness that she can't hide. 'Wolfman?' 'Yes, Amante.' 'I got my discharge instructions.' 'We can go?' 'Yes, we can. Where are you?' 'Leaving the station. Are you ok?' 'Why wouldn't I be?' 'Harley, I know Ben was there.' 'Can we talk about that later, Nick? Hurry, please; I'm ready to go home.' And just like that, she shut me out. Like an old-time operator pulling the plug on a wire. One hand tightened on
Nick~ Captain Howard called me three more times before I could get out of the hospital. Once I'm settled in the car, I connect the Bluetooth and accept number four. He informs me that Belinda had a match on what killed Steve. I'm supposed to meet them in the morgue; 'them' includes District Attorney Ben, of course, he would be there. 'You need to keep it cool, Nick. We know Harley and Rae belong to us; it doesn't matter what Ben thinks anymore.' 'I know, Zeek, you just remember you said that.' This is not what I expect to be doing today, not by a long shot. My intention was to drop off the files at the station and get back to Harley. Had I gained my objective, it wouldn't have been very 'FBI-ish,' but I had a plan for that too. Three middle fingers with a string of curses, two forced merges with honking horns, and a couple more close calls get me to the station. Seth's car is here unexpectedly, but it's a relief. The station gets quiet as I walk in, and all eyes are on
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's closet will have to do. After filling it with one of everything, I take the stairs at top speed and get to my car. My hand grips the wheel as I start the engine, heading back to the hospital. Becky tells me the DA is there. 'What does he want?' 'A pertinent test. You didn't tell me it was possibly not Nick's baby.' 'That's because I didn't know. Has she called for Nick?' 'Not that I've seen. I'd assume not, since Ben has already taken him to jail once. Did you know that?!' 'Yes, I'm on the way.' Lucky for me, there's a parking spot on the ground level. A bit narrow, but it will do. Killing the engine, I grab Harley's bag from the passenger seat, and it's all ass and elbows acr







