now he dressed in modern clothing, Roderick ventured to guess every piece was exclusive designer wear.
Cyn nodded. "Yeah Dickhead and I followed some lesser ones and at dawn they traveled north toward Dahlenega, we lost them thanks to some trucker convoy.
It was bad news. They'd suspected for months something was up, but the dark Fae had kept it well hidden. Most of the trouble lately had been younger ones doing stupid stuff, not smart enough to hide. But there was a rash of deaths in Atlanta that was getting the human police department's attention. Strange disappearances and reports of humans being chased by strange men, who moved so fast, they almost caught their car when driving away.
With an exhale Roderick looked from one man to the other. "Does Julian know?"
The Brit nodded. "Yes, he is coming next week. Right now he's dealing with a problem in Ireland. Seems the friendly Fae are calling a summit of sorts. Julian is meeting with the Queen."
Cyn went to the bar and poured a drink. "Must be related to what's happening here." He motioned to the others and both shook their heads not wanting a drink. "We need you, not enough of us to fight."
As if on queue his phone rang. It was Julian. Roderick put it on speaker. "Julian. The three of us are here in the same room." Roderick said by way of greeting.
The Roman's voice was measured. "I trust you are aware of what happens with the dark Fae. Several high level demons have taken over and are forming groups, small parts of a larger army. The highest leader is somewhere in Europe." Julian paused. "I am sending another protector to join you. Not enough to fight all of them. Your role is to be guardians, not fighters. Only attack when a life is in danger."
"Who are you sending?" Cyn asked his eyes on Roderick.
"Your brother Kieran."
"Five is not enough," Fallon said scowling. "We need Roderick back."
"Three," Julian interrupted. "Thor and the Moor are being transferred to New York. There is a larger army forming there." It sounded as if someone came into whatever room Julian was in and he responded to whoever it was with a curt, "I'll be right there.
Julian let out a breath. "Roderick you are not to be on the street unless I direct it."
Roderick bit back a curse. Instead he replied. "Very well."
The conversation ended without any further convo. They sat in the room in silence. They faced a new dynamic. Changes to the war against the dark Fae meant they'd have to be more alert.
"Guardians? What the fuck does that mean? I can't believe this shit." Cyn swallowed the amber liquid and got up to refill. "It's all kinds of fucked up."
It seemed both he and the Brit agreed as they asked for a drink this time.
“Move it a bit over to the right,” Rachel studied the placement of the crib, her pretty face pinched in concentration. “What do you think?”
Roderick came over to where she sat and pressed a kiss to her brow, his hand moving automatically on her swollen belly. “What I think doesn’t matter. I want you to be happy.”
The curve of her lips brightened the room, and he kissed her again lightly.
They’d moved into the log cabin, the spare bedroom next to the master was to be the baby’s nursery.
He bent to pick up a framed photograph of them in Italy from its box. “I’m glad we finally emerged from that hotel in Rome to go for a walk that day.”
Her fingers traced across his forearm, her eyes meeting his. “Yes, I had to have a souvenir of our honeymoon for the baby.”
Rachel slid to the edge of the seat and he helped her to her feet. Placing the picture of them against the wall over the crib, she turned to look at him. “What do you think?”
Love for her and the happiness she’d brought into his long and lonely life filled him. He could only nod in response, words not getting past the knot in his throat.
Her eyes softened. “I’m glad you are able to take a
Cyn nodded. "Yeah Dickhead and I followed some lesser ones and at dawn they traveled north toward Dahlenega, we lost them thanks to some trucker convoy.
It was bad news. They'd suspected for months something was up, but the dark Fae had kept it well hidden. Most of the trouble lately had been younger ones doing stupid stuff, not smart enough to hide. But there was a rash of deaths in Atlanta that was getting the human police department's attention. Strange disappearances and reports of humans being chased by strange men, who moved so fast, they almost caught their car when driving away.
With an exhale Roderick looked from one man to the other. "Does Julian know?"
The Brit nodded. "Yes, he is coming next week. Right now he's dealing with a problem in Ireland. Seems the friendly Fae are calling a summit of sorts. Julian is meeting with the Queen."
Cyn went to the bar and poured a drink. "Must be related to what's happening here." He motioned to the others and both shook their heads not wanting a drink. "We need you, not enough of us to fight."
As if on queue his phone rang. It was Julian. Roderick put it on speaker. "Julian. The three of us are here in the same room." Roderick said by way of greeting.
The Roman's voice was measured. "I trust you are aware of what happens with the dark Fae. Several high level demons have taken over and are forming groups, small parts of a larger army. The highest leader is somewhere in Europe." Julian paused. "I am sending another protector to join you. Not enough to fight all of them. Your role is to be guardians, not fighters. Only attack when a life is in danger."
"Who are you sending?" Cyn asked his eyes on Roderick.
"Your brother Kieran."
"Five is not enough," Fallon said scowling. "We need Roderick back."
"Three," Julian interrupted. "Thor and the Moor are being transferred to New York. There is a larger army forming there." It sounded as if someone came into whatever room Julian was in and he responded to whoever it was with a curt, "I'll be right there.
Julian let out a breath. "Roderick you are not to be on the street unless I direct it."
Roderick bit back a curse. Instead he replied. "Very well."
The conversation ended without any further convo. They sat in the room in silence. They faced a new dynamic. Changes to the war against the dark Fae meant they'd have to be more alert.
"Guardians? What the fuck does that mean? I can't believe this shit." Cyn swallowed the amber liquid and got up to refill. "It's all kinds of fucked up."
It seemed both he and the Brit agreed as they asked for a drink this time.
“Move it a bit over to the right,” Rachel studied the placement of the crib, her pretty face pinched in concentration. “What do you think?”
Roderick came over to where she sat and pressed a kiss to her brow, his hand moving automatically on her swollen belly. “What I think doesn’t matter. I want you to be happy.”
The curve of her lips brightened the room, and he kissed her again lightly.
They’d moved into the log cabin, the spare bedroom next to the master was to be the baby’s nursery.
He bent to pick up a framed photograph of them in Italy from its box. “I’m glad we finally emerged from that hotel in Rome to go for a walk that day.”
Her fingers traced across his forearm, her eyes meeting his. “Yes, I had to have a souvenir of our honeymoon for the baby.”
Rachel slid to the edge of the seat and he helped her to her feet. Placing the picture of them against the wall over the crib, she turned to look at him. “What do you think?”
Love for her and the happiness she’d brought into his long and lonely life filled him. He could only nod in response, words not getting past the knot in his throat.
Her eyes softened. “I’m glad you are able to take a
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