James March Novels & Stories

Didn't understand the layers Dante was operating on. By the time Dimitri figured out what was actually going on, it would be far too late. *** POV: JAMES CONLEY The apartment in the Lower East Side was nondescript. That was the point. James stood in front of the mirror, looking at his reflection, forty-two years old, scarred, built like someone who'd spent his entire life preparing for war. Which, essentially, he had. Twenty years in the Marines. Another eight working for Dimitri. Countless missions, countless scars, countless moments where he'd stared death in the face and refused to blink.

I asked, growing increasingly more concerned. "We don't know what happened, but Chase found them. Agent Marks was found dead at the scene." "WHAT?!" I unknowingly shouted, altering Jessica and waking Maverick from his sleep. Maverick began to cry, and Jessica picked him up, holding him in a tight hug. She looked over at me, but I didn't miss the concerned expression on her face. I could tell that she knew that something was wrong, and was desperate to find out what had happened. I switched the phone over to speaker phone, knowing that Jessica desperately wanted to know what had happened. Thankfully, Maverick was too young to understand what was going on.

JAMES POV I slipped out of our bed this morning and took a long run, trying to clear my head. I was worried about my mate. She was so strong but even strong people have their breaking point. She still had her barriers up with me and I was worried I would never be allowed in. I kept reminding myself that she’s come leaps and bounds with me in the two weeks she’s been here. Scout and I ran long and hard, joining the Patrol as they kept our borders safe.