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Marques was starting to irritate me, my blood boiling with rage as he looks at me with discontentment in his eyes. Every once in a while he’ll steal glances towards Mary as we walk towards my study. Whenever he looks at her his eyes are full of pity, plus something else. I want to say guilt, but what does he have to be guilty for. He didn’t put Mary in this predicament, the only thing he did was hold her until I could catch up. That is the only reason I was allowing Marques into my study. I already had a feeling on what he wanted to discuss, but I loved watching people grovel. Especially merpeople. They were the weakest of the shifters, having to return to the water every night as their body

James points to another uniformed man, checking a myriad of dials along one wall and jotting notes onto a clipboard. “The Marine Engineer, madam. He’s in charge of the internal working’s of the vessel—propulsion, steering, lighting, pumping, anchoring and ventilation. I’m most fortunate to have him in particular. Mr. Higgins!” the captain calls and the man with the clipboard turns, nodding politely with a slight smile. He’s a plain looking man, with a round face, deeply cut with a great many lines particularly around his mouth and across his brow. “Mrs. James and Mrs. Hammond,” the captain introduces, adding, “Mr. James and Mr. Hammond, the Isle Royale’s marine engineer, Mr. Higgins. He’s am

Rick Marconi’s boat was floating the way a fat man floats after a big dinner—smug, bloated, and asking for trouble. It was too big, too white, and too loud with the kind of drunken laughter that doesn’t belong anywhere near salt water. Music thumped from somewhere below deck, that lazy pulse meant to keep the girls loose and the men stupid. The lights cut hard shapes on the water, turning the harbor into a cheap stage set. Everything about it said easy money not earned. Everything about it said target.

Two of my warriors—Blaze and Rowan—step out of the trees behind me. They freeze. They look at me. Then at her. Then back at me. Blaze mouths silently, Did our Alpha just propose to a human? Rowan whispers, “Is he sick? Cursed? Should we call the healer?” I want the ground to swallow me. My mate stares at me like I’m completely insane. Then she says the words that shatter my pride in the dumbest way possible: “No. I don’t marry kidnappers or shirtless men!” She turns to run.

Shit, I wanted to run my tongue all over that place. I noticed the dark marks on his right shoulder and that they reached down to his chest. But instead of a burn, it looked more like a birthmark. “Marky...” I breathed excited as I watched as he finished undressing and got into the hot tub and sat next to me. “Tell me, Livie.” he smirked as he pulled me towards him, leaning my back against his chest. “Marvelous body you built overnight.” He started to laugh and it didn't take long for me to join him.

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To say that I am not going to miss the both of them with be a lie. The anticipation of deploying on the other side is equally just exciting. This time we will be away for a definite six months. This time the stakes are higher, and the danger is far greater. Camp Baharia in Fallujah, the base name, has a tight connection with its operating force; in fact, the Marine Corps are referred to as mushaat al baharia in the Arabian language; hence the free translation, the name describes the navy walkers. Among the military troop and plenty of other officials, including the 2-nd Battalion 1-st Marines, it is referred to as Dreamland.

"If that engine cuts out completely, we're sitting ducks in the open water. We have two minutes before the tide pulls us right into the sniper's firing line." "What do we do?" I asked, my fingers digging into his arms through his wet jacket. "Martha," Dominic called out without looking away from me. "Can you clear the line?" "I need five minutes and a wrench!" Martha yelled back, her eyes fixed on the massive grey waves ahead. "And I can't leave this tiller or we flip!" "I'll clear it," Dominic said. He kissed me fast, hard, and desperate, his lips hot against mine. It lasted only two seconds, but it set my whole body on fire.

{KYLE’S POV} Kyle paced the deck of the small yacht, anxious as they sped in the early morning towards Martha’s Vineyard. He could not stand still. He hated boats, and he hated water. Worse, he hated crossing water, like most of his kind. Perhaps even more than most.

We run for miles as K-5 courses through our veins and the fresh air cleans my brain of thoughts of war and violence. We round a bend in the inlet and stop at a boat that's been washed up on shore long before Shadow Warriors arrived. It's large and stayed together well considering there's a large hole in the starboard side. Dried barnacles cover most of the side and bottom showing it was submerged for quite some time before it washed up. Marinah examines it intensely. "Break or run back?" I ask her after a few minutes. Her large, sharp teeth gleam when she turns to me and smiles. "Run."