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Glad I could help and whatever you need I ll provide, I assured him as smoothly as I could,
excited it had been my idea now. I get the first prototype as the visionary, right? Is that how it
works?
He eyed me over for a moment and nodded. I have a request though. I smiled, figuring I had a
guess what he wanted and waved him to go ahead. I came here from the West Coast and miss Napa
Valley. My favorite vineyard won t ship their wine and cheese though. I ll speak with Riley about
making sure this is a project contracted out by the fae, as this was for the margays, if I can get some.
Then he realized how rude and demanding that sounded, his eyes going wide. Please?
I nodded as I wrote down Baylor s number on the pad I d been jotting notes on. Text Baylor the
information and I ll make sure you have your fill of it through the project and any others we work
together on. You ll see the fae treat our friends very well, Adley, and we respect those who ask and
give when we ask.
I ll have to remember that when my mate s birthday comes around, Isaac teased. He and I got
along well so I d help him no matter what. I heard you met one of yours by the way. When do Rory
and I get to meet him?
Very soon hopefully. With last night s chaos with the Western European High Council, we ve
all been scrambling slightly. It just came at a bad time, and with all of us trying to juggle so many
things and reorganizing, I just wish I had more fun to give him instead of worry. While we hadn t
told anyone about the Queen or that I was temporarily in charge, some already knew that Dubois
being the bad guy was already out of the bag to everyone.
Originally it had just been our coven who knew the Councilman was a traitor. Now the whole
paranormal world knew. Isaac was a trainer at the warrior compound for gods sakes. There was no
way he hadn t heard the updated news last night.
We wrapped things up and Isaac excused himself to handle a few things after I assured him I d
be fine. I wanted to walk around a bit, wrap my head around getting something set up even at Bas s
place until we figured out what we were doing for our palace. I sent a few messages to Baylor and
Makari that it went well and this was a good step. We needed to start getting weapons though and
working more on training with guns.
They both agreed, and as head of the warriors now, Makari said he would start scheduling
classes and making sure Stefan or Damian Marius was teaching them. Stefan was the arms expert but
Damian was the sharpshooter. We would want both.
I was so lost in thought I hadn t even realized that I d wandered out of the barn and was right
outside the dormitory that they had built on the property. I guess the coven that had been displaced by
the first attacks was one that was used to living this way and had liked the idea. They were artists and
were a very tight-knit community. I had always respected Isaac and Rory for letting them come and
building a place for them.
It took kind people to be willing to do that for strangers.
I glanced up and looked in through the bay windows, not trying to be nosy but simply curious,
when I snapped back to my surroundings. I hadn t heard much about these vampires besides they kept
to themselves and were a little reclusive. The studio I was looking into was gorgeous though.
Whoever the painter was had great talent. The likenesses were dead-on.
I frowned when I saw a few canvases with people I knew though. I was pretty sure they hadn t
been out here or would have mentioned in conversation that they d had a painting done. Plus, it
wasn t a portrait. It was an odd picture to have asked someone to paint. I kept looking at what I could
see and froze when I saw myself& The moment when Kermy jumped me yesterday in Paris.
How the fuck could that have been painted? And we sure as hell didn t ask anyone to do it.
I raced around to the front of the building, counting windows as I went to figure out where that
room had been. It took every ounce of control I had not to rip the door off the hinges or barrel through
the hallways as I entered the dormitory. When I reached the studio, I couldn t keep it in. I barged in
without knocking or even being civil& Only to find something much worse.
You dare threaten my Queen! I roared as I stormed over to the man painting. He blinked at me
in shock as if coming out of a trance or something. Hadn t he heard the ruckus I d already made
coming into his studio? I wrapped my hand around his throat and lifted him up so we were eye level,
which was a long way since he was pretty short compared to me. I gestured to what was on the
canvas. That will never come to pass! I will kill you first before you even try to make that happen.
Not me, he gasped, whimpering as he clawed at my hand.
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Glad I could help and whatever you need I ll provide, I assured him as smoothly as I could,
excited it had been my idea now. I get the first prototype as the visionary, right? Is that how it
works?
He eyed me over for a moment and nodded. I have a request though. I smiled, figuring I had a
guess what he wanted and waved him to go ahead. I came here from the West Coast and miss Napa
Valley. My favorite vineyard won t ship their wine and cheese though. I ll speak with Riley about
making sure this is a project contracted out by the fae, as this was for the margays, if I can get some.
Then he realized how rude and demanding that sounded, his eyes going wide. Please?
I nodded as I wrote down Baylor s number on the pad I d been jotting notes on. Text Baylor the
information and I ll make sure you have your fill of it through the project and any others we work
together on. You ll see the fae treat our friends very well, Adley, and we respect those who ask and
give when we ask.
I ll have to remember that when my mate s birthday comes around, Isaac teased. He and I got
along well so I d help him no matter what. I heard you met one of yours by the way. When do Rory
and I get to meet him?
Very soon hopefully. With last night s chaos with the Western European High Council, we ve
all been scrambling slightly. It just came at a bad time, and with all of us trying to juggle so many
things and reorganizing, I just wish I had more fun to give him instead of worry. While we hadn t
told anyone about the Queen or that I was temporarily in charge, some already knew that Dubois
being the bad guy was already out of the bag to everyone.
Originally it had just been our coven who knew the Councilman was a traitor. Now the whole
paranormal world knew. Isaac was a trainer at the warrior compound for gods sakes. There was no
way he hadn t heard the updated news last night.
We wrapped things up and Isaac excused himself to handle a few things after I assured him I d
be fine. I wanted to walk around a bit, wrap my head around getting something set up even at Bas s
place until we figured out what we were doing for our palace. I sent a few messages to Baylor and
Makari that it went well and this was a good step. We needed to start getting weapons though and
working more on training with guns.
They both agreed, and as head of the warriors now, Makari said he would start scheduling
classes and making sure Stefan or Damian Marius was teaching them. Stefan was the arms expert but
Damian was the sharpshooter. We would want both.
I was so lost in thought I hadn t even realized that I d wandered out of the barn and was right
outside the dormitory that they had built on the property. I guess the coven that had been displaced by
the first attacks was one that was used to living this way and had liked the idea. They were artists and
were a very tight-knit community. I had always respected Isaac and Rory for letting them come and
building a place for them.
It took kind people to be willing to do that for strangers.
I glanced up and looked in through the bay windows, not trying to be nosy but simply curious,
when I snapped back to my surroundings. I hadn t heard much about these vampires besides they kept
to themselves and were a little reclusive. The studio I was looking into was gorgeous though.
Whoever the painter was had great talent. The likenesses were dead-on.
I frowned when I saw a few canvases with people I knew though. I was pretty sure they hadn t
been out here or would have mentioned in conversation that they d had a painting done. Plus, it
wasn t a portrait. It was an odd picture to have asked someone to paint. I kept looking at what I could
see and froze when I saw myself& The moment when Kermy jumped me yesterday in Paris.
How the fuck could that have been painted? And we sure as hell didn t ask anyone to do it.
I raced around to the front of the building, counting windows as I went to figure out where that
room had been. It took every ounce of control I had not to rip the door off the hinges or barrel through
the hallways as I entered the dormitory. When I reached the studio, I couldn t keep it in. I barged in
without knocking or even being civil& Only to find something much worse.
You dare threaten my Queen! I roared as I stormed over to the man painting. He blinked at me
in shock as if coming out of a trance or something. Hadn t he heard the ruckus I d already made
coming into his studio? I wrapped my hand around his throat and lifted him up so we were eye level,
which was a long way since he was pretty short compared to me. I gestured to what was on the
canvas. That will never come to pass! I will kill you first before you even try to make that happen.
Not me, he gasped, whimpering as he clawed at my hand.
Who? Who is working with you? I snarled as I shook him. Who is the threat? I glanced at [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]