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I got a message from Lynn only a day later. It showed up on my phone from an unknown number, but I knew it was her by the contents and the fact that the message started with a line of black heart, black cat, and dragon emojis.

The next line was coordinates that we mapped out to a remote palace in Mexico. She also let us know there were two dragons, the shadow-man was with them (Dom really didn’t like that part), and we had two days to get to them before they could potentially move.

It was eleven p.m. when I got the message, but time didn’t matter when you had the right connections. We took a private jet to the airport nearest to the location, because druids.

There had been a slight snafu that delayed our flight a few minutes which was when Cam had lost his ever-loving mind when he’d found out what we were doing and that Sloan was coming along. Apparently she’d managed to keep her involvement in the task force from him before then.

It had all gone down right before we headed to the airport, and Christian and I had even gotten the rare chance to witness some of it.

We’d been waiting in a private lobby for everyone to show so we could shuttle to the airport. So far it was just Christian, Sloan, and I, and we were going over some details when Cam had stormed in like Hulk on a rampage.

“What the hell is your malfunction, Sloan?” I jumped at the sound of Cam’s voice, turning as he entered the room. His angry eyes were all for Sloan. He didn’t look at me. He usually didn’t. He was still furious at me for… things. Mostly the incident with Sloan getting hurt when I was captured. And I thought he was probably still livid about what I’d done to Dom. He wasn’t one to let things go, and I’d done plenty for him to hold onto. “Why are you involved in this mess?” he shouted at her.

Sloan barely reacted. It was as though she’d been expecting him. “Not that it’s your business, but I have a score to settle with the Viking dragons. If you’ll—”

“Is it to help her? Why? Why are you always championing her? Why are you so gung-ho about her disaster of a relationship with Dom? What has she ever done to actually make his life better?” Cam’s tone was venomous.

Ironically I didn’t take it personally even though it very much was.

Sloan whipped her hair behind her back in agitation. Her trademark phlegmatic persona changed in a heartbeat. As always, all it took was Cam entering the room. She waved a dismissive hand at him. “It’s simple. Dom loves her. She loves him. They are crazy for each other, and nothing on this earth will change the way he feels about her. Look at all the crazy shit she put him through, and he starts drooling every time she looks his way. Even after everything, he will only ever love her. It’s not something you could understand.”

I shot a look at Christian, who was just as curious about the always fascinating soap opera that was Sloan and Cam. He gave me wide eyes, his mouth opening in a small O.

Cam sputtered. Literally sputtered…I couldn’t believe it, but he looked downright flabbergasted. “You—you are off your rocker!” he was shouting to take the roof off. “You think I don’t understand what’s it’s like to love a stone-cold, heartless bitch?” He turned and punched the wall several times until he’d left a large hole in it. He turned on his heel, pointing a bloody finger at Sloan. “Fuck. You. Sloan.” He charged out of the room.

Christian and I looked at each other, open-mouthed. Christian couldn’t help a little smile as he mouthed at me, “Oh, no he didn’t.”

Sloan strode after him, cursing as she walked away. Damn, they were gonna take it somewhere private. But Christian and I had gotten enough of the show to be adequately distracted.

“Dammit, Cam, wait up, you Neanderthal prick!” Sloan shouted as she chased him down the hall.

Christian and I were up, heads hanging out the door to watch, in the blink of an eye.

Cam had actually stopped at her rude shout, turning to look at her. Sloan stepped close to him, speaking to him too quietly for us to hear her. He put a hand between them, as though to ward her off. “I’m only going to warn you once,” he said loudly. “You know what’s going to happen to you if you get that close to me again.”

We could only see the back of her as she squared her shoulders and took a pointed step forward. Cam’s eyes widened, and in a flash he had slung her over his shoulder, his feet eating the ground as he strode purposefully down the hall and away from us.

“Figure yourselves out!” Christian shouted after them and was soundly ignored.

Christian and I stood up straight from our undignified, spying crouches. “Holy shit.” His tone was dazed. “What was that?”

“I don’t know.” We shared shocked looks until finally we both broke into laughter. Side-splitting laughter.

“Were they going to go fuck? Or was he going to spank her? Or were they going somewhere to beat the shit out of each other?” Christian pondered.

I shook my head, still laughing. “If I had to guess, I’d say the first one. Dom implied that they’re in love, and it’s a fact that they are definitely crazy for each other.”

Christian grinned. “You would know the signs. I wish there was some way for us to find out what they’re doing right now. I’d love to take bets on it, but the sad fact is we’ll probably never know.” He shook his head, running his hand through his disheveled blond locks. “I’m glad I’ve never found a woman to make me that batty, no offense. On the up side, I’m sure bat-shit crazy sex is amazing.”

I couldn’t argue with that.

The end result of the whole mess was that we had a fuming Cam on the plane with us and Collin had to stay behind so the druids weren’t missing too many members of their upper management at once.

The flight was about five hours, and we prepped and briefed on the way. We’d left in a hurry so we were still gearing up as we went.

I had the still strangely quiet Torst—again that worried me—strapped to my back, and a small arsenal of other weapons that I either equipped myself or had forcibly strapped to me by either Dom or Caleb.

Christian braided my hair into neat twin buns on the sides of my head as we flew.