AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Be nice.”
“Nice is for a week from now. Nice is not for the morning after my fated mate and I exchange vows. I’m telling you I am going to get even with him when it’s his turn. Deke and I are thinking about drugging him and then putting him in a full-body cast and not telling him for a week.”
Amelia chuckled. “You’re bad.” She answered the phone. “Hang on, Colby, he’s right here.”
Carson groaned as he took the phone, and she managed to elude his grasp as she headed into the bath.
“For the record, I hate you.”
Colby laughed. “I don’t doubt it. I thought I’d give you a heads up—the Shadow Sisters are in. I’ve got a proposed timetable to run past our tribunal, and I’ve got more men headed your way to work on the research facility. I know the timing sucks…”
“But it is what it is.”
“Tell Amelia I need her to make a delivery to Anchorage. Nothing too dicey, but I’d rather keep it as low-key as possible.”
Carson groaned and dropped his voice, “Any news on where they took Mason’s body?”
“None, but Tevryn says they have more information and Warrick, the dragon they took the samples from, is amenable to coming up to meet with us. I’d rather we do it at Windsong. I’m a known entity to them. I’ll need you there as I won’t have a clue what to ask, but until they commit, the less they know about our structure and placement, the better.”
“You don’t trust them?”
“I trust them to be dragons. They aren’t big on fighting with other shifters. They’re rather arrogant bastards and the legend says those of the Phantom Fire are immortal.”
“Do you think that’s even possible?”
“I have no idea, but who knows. I’m not looking at making some kind of super shifter or even super soldier.”
“But to be able to study the DNA of an immortal creature might lead us to things that could help us find clues to offset many afflictions that affect the aging.”
“The Shadow Sisters think that the League may be approaching Elron Whistler…”
“The high-tech mogul?” asked Carson.
“One and the same. I can’t see anything good coming of that.”
“Nor can I. I wouldn’t discount that information. There was a rumor going around NLGP last year that he’d been spotted flying in.”
“Good to know. Any chance you could just have Amelia drop you off here? She can take the Apache I have here. It has stealth capability.”
“You do know it’s not nice to bribe a man’s mate with her favorite toy.”
“I saw the way she looked at you last night. Trust me, my brother, nothing holds a candle to you.”
Carson sighed. “Was she not the most exquisite thing?”
“Yes. You are a lucky sonofabitch. Don’t fuck it up.”
“I’ll try, and yeah, we’ll head over. I’ve got a couple more things to add to my shopping list, but I have to tell you the things that have been delivered have been top-of-the-line and the crew is doing a masterful job at installation and getting things ready.”
Carson ended the call as Amelia emerged from the bath, clad in a flight jumpsuit, which was normally a shapeless garment, but which she managed to make look incredibly sexy.
“Colby wants you to drop me at Windsong. He said you can fly the chopper with stealth mode.”
“Ohh, goodie!” she exclaimed. “Get your ass in gear. We need to get a move on.”
Carson rolled out of bed, taking her arm. “You will be careful, right?”
“Always. Remember last night we both vowed that no matter what happened or where our paths took us, we would always return home to each other.”
