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Dante said in a high pitched voice and I bursted into laughter. “Connor if they do ….they will kill each other.” I tried to contain my laughter. “Seriously, what do you need me for?” I asked him and he pouted. “You need to stop her from going on a blind date with this Micheal of a guy.” He said in an irritated tone. “Who is going on a date with Micheal?” Liam entered and joined the discussion. I sat down silently and watched them argue about how Michael was a playboy and how he had managed to snatch their girls. I was curious to know about Ryan's history with girls but Connor advised me not to dig in and I think Ryan must have dated a lot of girls too.

Connor Herrick had been invincible for twelve years. Not anymore. Wanting to push him into a well just seemed like bullying the defenseless. How ironic. "Where is Cillian?" he demanded of no one in particular. "He's dead," Gemma said, her voice like stone. "And so are Gralyn and Hadley." Connor's eyes flashed. I couldn't decipher the emotion. "Weak cowards." "You have no one left, Connor," my mate continued. "Surrender and—"

He had gone rigid, his mouth a tight line that threatened to say silent, but a resilient sigh made him speak up. “I once told you that I believed Luna Eleanor had the most reason to behind Red Dawn’s actions.” He began as he took Jess’ place on the couch beside her. Maddie nodded, it had been the day Michael hadn’t returned from the attempt to save Lewis from Wild Shore. Her stomach twisted, remembering how hard the blow had been then and yet he seemed in much more danger now. “The information Connor gathered confirmed she is the leading cause behind it and," he paused, gathering his strength, "I think I’m the reason.”

“It’s a book, scripture regarding our great aunt Nessie. Written by her own hand. I read through it, but I hope you will find more use in her ramblings than I could.” Mike takes the book from the Alpha, turning it over in his hand. I was itching to open it and read it. I was desperate for anything that might give us a way to reopen the veil and bring them home. It's all I wanted. I just wanted my mate. Our mark may have burned off and our connection severed but those factors never lessened our love for Kellen and Conri. My heart ached without his presence, and I know the kingdom felt the absence of their king. Even if Mike was doing a bang-up job filling in for Kellen until he returned.

“I know firsthand how evil Charles is and that’s why I do what I do.” Connor leaned back on his hands and glanced over at Kelley. The man was precise, efficient, demanding and controlling but he got the job done. He was honest too, sincere and he always kept his word, good or bad. Connor felt a type of camaraderie with him, like they could go to war together and return unscathed. “My favourite movie is The Godfather.” Kelley’s lips turned up slightly at Connor’s comment. “You like the whole mafia thing?” “Haven’t you noticed Kelley that we are a mafia too?”

“I know. He just takes his time letting people in. But once he does, you’ll never get rid of him.” There was warmth in her tone—protective, teasing. I liked it. A few minutes later, Liam and Ethan joined us, mid-argument about whether cereal counted as soup. I was still laughing when Connor appeared, sliding into the seat across from me. “Hey,” he said, brushing his hair back. “Hey,” I replied, trying not to seem too self-conscious. “You found your way here without a map this time?” I smirked. “Barely. I took one wrong turn by the science lab.”

They quickly look around at each other and they give each other knowing looks. “You’ve been outvoted. He’s joining us”, Michelle says proudly. “Firstly, what’s your name and what is your link to Mr. Strongheart”. He pulls up to the seat next to me and starts addressing the group. “My name is Connor, and I work in his security team. My specialty is surveillance and intelligence, so I scope out and gather information to ensure the safety of the team”. Kimberly and Michelle are currently swooning over his words and batting their eyelashes for attention. Willow seems to be deep in thought and analysing his words.

“I don’t know what kind of nonsense these people put in your head, Connor. You’re always so easily influenced. I don’t know where I went wrong with you…” "So this is the game you want to play?" Connor gave a laugh that wasn't the least bit amused, just menacing. "Since we're talking about mistakes, why don't we talk about Aubrey Bailley?" His words drained all the color from Michael's face. "I've been thinking about finding her to ask her all the details about what a son of a bitch you are. Would you like me to do that in front of you? Although, I'm not sure your lover will be happy to see you again…" “How did you…?” Michael started to grunt, but realizing he was about to give in, he stopped

Carlweigh and Luther, I made my way out of Lanie's house, walking to the bus station close to her house in the cold October air. Connor's case had been closed and I wasn't surprised, though the guilt ate hard at me. I had involved Jacob and the case had disappeared. My steps sounded on the gravel, echoing in my head as I observed the streets, noting the shops closing up for the evening. I hadn't seen Detective O'Connell again, but his partner, Michael, I had seen Michael ever since that afternoon that they had come in to question me. He always stopped by the bar at the end of my shift, trying to chat and get to know me.

Summoning all my courage I crossed the threshold and witnessed what I could only describe as a gore fest. Brandon sensed my presence and hissed. I knew better than to venture too close. “Please don’t take his life.” The words were out before I could stop them. I didn’t expect a reply. “Surely it would be more fitting to make him your creature?” The horrible grin told me that had probably been his intention all along. I turned on my heel and left. “That was foolhardy,” Michaela chastised. “I know.” “Beautiful and courageous,” Connor said, startling me. He’d taken the opportunity to freshen up and was wearing a plum tunic with dark pants. “Do I look the part?”