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Sebastian glanced around the room, his gaze assessing. “Grand Master, are you all right? I thought you’d still be with Franco.” There was a faint rebuke in the words.
“Babysitters, am I right?” Eric said to Juliette.
She blinked, but ignored the fleet admiral. “I came to invite our guests to leave.” The words were tight.
“Found him in the lobby,” Sebastian said to Juliette, jerking his head toward Lancelot. “Devon’s flight landed. He should be here soon.”
Juliette nodded. “Good.”
Sylvia darted across the room, leaping into Lancelot’s arms. “I was so scared.” She followed that pronouncement up with an unabashed, affectionate, openmouthed kiss, one that the fleet admiral wouldn’t mistake as merely friendly.
Her brothers growled. Especially when Hugo followed her, smiling widely despite everything else.
He embraced the knight with a strong hug. “I am glad to see you,” Hugo said. “When so many hours passed…”
A shadow clouded Lancelot’s eyes, the look belying his softly spoken, “I’m okay.”
Eric sighed and he ran a frustrated hand through his hair. “Like herding cats. Cats in heat.”
Juliette snorted, seemingly despite herself. “An accurate description.”
Eric turned to face the Grand Master and, for a split second, something like mutual respect passed between them.
Of course, the look was fleeting.
Juliette’s gaze hardened. “Now that you’ve found the other one, I can tell both of them, including you,” Juliette looked at Eric, “to leave. Now.”
“Can I assume that Alicia Rutherford is in the car?” Eric asked.
Lancelot nodded.
“Alive or dead?”
“Alive,” Lancelot said shortly.
“You didn’t fuck something up? I’m actually proud of you.” Eric clapped his hands together. “Then we’re done here. Let’s go.”
Sebastian stepped in front of the door, blocking their path. “Not so fast.”
“Your boss told us to leave,” Eric pointed out.
Juliette narrowed her eyes. “You have the woman who shot Franco. I want her.”
“Well, you can’t have her.”
“Bullshit. My other husband will be here soon. If you want to spend some time being questioned at a CIA black site, he can make that happen.”
“Big threats,” Eric said darkly. “You two are going to stop us?”
“By my count,” Langston interjected, “there are six of us and three of you. I like those odds.”
“You know, I don’t believe physical violence is going to solve anything here. How about we all just use our words?” Sylvia suggested.
“But physical violence is so much fun,” Eric muttered.
“What the fuck is going on here?” Oscar pushed to his feet. “Secret societies, crazy English teachers, shootouts at the O.K. Corral? Somebody tell me why the fuck I left my lab for this.”
Juliette turned to the brothers. “The Masters’ Admiralty is having some trouble. Someone keeps killing their members, leaders even, and for months they’ve been unable to stop their opponent.”
