intentions.”
Nix gripped the back of her child’s chair. “He’ll come for you.”
“I suspect he will.” She met his gaze directly. “And I’ll fall to his whims.”
His hold tightened, his fingertips going white. “Why are you so certain of that?”
“Because of the way I acted in Hell.”
“Amos should leave the room before this conversation progresses.” Nix gave the boy a pointed look and nodded toward the door.
“I’m tired of being kicked out.” Her son jumped to his feet. “I know more than y’all think I do. Momma’s hiding something I couldn’t see in Hell.”
“Pouting is beneath you, Amos.” That type of comment, coming from Zen, usually had its desired effect. Not today.
“By the look on Momma’s face, I’m guessing she wants you to do something none of us would ever in a million years agree with. I think that’s worthy of a temper tantrum and not just a pout.”
The gravel in Nix’s tone indicated his seriousness. “Even think it, Zenny, and you and I go to war.” The immortal turned his head to peer at him. “It’s not an option.”
“Agreed,” Zen clipped out. “Threats from you, however, mean little to me. Recall how quickly I neutralized you when you would’ve returned to Hell to help her. Remember that, Ark.”
Nix laughed, but it sounded desperate. “Don’t think I won’t reunite with Micah again either. I will not—”
“Enough!” Both men looked at her as she slashed her hand through the air. “I need resolutions and action taken, not two of the men I’m depending on the most throwing a testosterone war. I’ve screwed up. Again. I need Amos protected. All of you have some supernatural talent. Together you must exceed Micah’s limitations. I’m counting on you.” She left the safety of her perch to go to her child and placed her palms on his shoulders. “What I’m hiding from you, Amos, is how far I fell. I won’t share that with you. I can’t. I’m ashamed of my actions.”
Chapter Six
Nix hung back while everyone departed. Zen went off to do some research. Kur committed to keeping both Locks fresh so there was no possibility of them eroding. None of them would tolerate Amos being handed over to Hell without a fight. Petra and her brother agreed to bring his family up to speed. He figured the boy and Georgie would have a little powwow, also, sharing psychic experiences.
Mads watched him, her expression unreadable, as he shut the door. But he could feel her tension. She turned, snatched up pen and paper, and began to write. The blade strapped to her thigh amused him. But he discovered an armed woman—his woman to be precise—was very provocative.
She offered the sheet of paper to him as he neared. He glanced at what she’d written. The names of the Kings. He refused the list. “Give it to one of the others. I know their names.” He just hadn’t had a moment to think of using the knowledge against them. He’d barely had more than a couple of hours sleep.
Mads tossed the slip on the desk. He had no idea what to think, what to say, but they had to work past the apprehension between them. “I’m sorry.”
Her gaze jerked to him. Surprise created creases at the corners of her eyes. “For what?”
Every fucking thing, even the things he couldn’t be blamed for. Sorry she had the life she did instead of the normal one she wanted and deserved. He’d give her a normal one if he could, even if it meant he’d never have met her. “For starters, sorry for taking you that way against the wall.”
Only a slight blush hit her cheeks and she surveyed him through her lashes. “It was good, Nix. I hadn’t imagined such a position possible, but maybe next time we could try it a little slower?”
“Still, I should’ve asked instead of just taking you.”
“I could’ve stopped you had I wanted.”
True enough. She went to touch him, but pulled back. He despised her uncertainty. He grabbed her hand and laced their
Nix gripped the back of her child’s chair. “He’ll come for you.”
“I suspect he will.” She met his gaze directly. “And I’ll fall to his whims.”
His hold tightened, his fingertips going white. “Why are you so certain of that?”
“Because of the way I acted in Hell.”
“Amos should leave the room before this conversation progresses.” Nix gave the boy a pointed look and nodded toward the door.
“I’m tired of being kicked out.” Her son jumped to his feet. “I know more than y’all think I do. Momma’s hiding something I couldn’t see in Hell.”
“Pouting is beneath you, Amos.” That type of comment, coming from Zen, usually had its desired effect. Not today.
“By the look on Momma’s face, I’m guessing she wants you to do something none of us would ever in a million years agree with. I think that’s worthy of a temper tantrum and not just a pout.”
The gravel in Nix’s tone indicated his seriousness. “Even think it, Zenny, and you and I go to war.” The immortal turned his head to peer at him. “It’s not an option.”
“Agreed,” Zen clipped out. “Threats from you, however, mean little to me. Recall how quickly I neutralized you when you would’ve returned to Hell to help her. Remember that, Ark.”
Nix laughed, but it sounded desperate. “Don’t think I won’t reunite with Micah again either. I will not—”
“Enough!” Both men looked at her as she slashed her hand through the air. “I need resolutions and action taken, not two of the men I’m depending on the most throwing a testosterone war. I’ve screwed up. Again. I need Amos protected. All of you have some supernatural talent. Together you must exceed Micah’s limitations. I’m counting on you.” She left the safety of her perch to go to her child and placed her palms on his shoulders. “What I’m hiding from you, Amos, is how far I fell. I won’t share that with you. I can’t. I’m ashamed of my actions.”
Chapter Six
Nix hung back while everyone departed. Zen went off to do some research. Kur committed to keeping both Locks fresh so there was no possibility of them eroding. None of them would tolerate Amos being handed over to Hell without a fight. Petra and her brother agreed to bring his family up to speed. He figured the boy and Georgie would have a little powwow, also, sharing psychic experiences.
Mads watched him, her expression unreadable, as he shut the door. But he could feel her tension. She turned, snatched up pen and paper, and began to write. The blade strapped to her thigh amused him. But he discovered an armed woman—his woman to be precise—was very provocative.
She offered the sheet of paper to him as he neared. He glanced at what she’d written. The names of the Kings. He refused the list. “Give it to one of the others. I know their names.” He just hadn’t had a moment to think of using the knowledge against them. He’d barely had more than a couple of hours sleep.
Mads tossed the slip on the desk. He had no idea what to think, what to say, but they had to work past the apprehension between them. “I’m sorry.”
Her gaze jerked to him. Surprise created creases at the corners of her eyes. “For what?”
Every fucking thing, even the things he couldn’t be blamed for. Sorry she had the life she did instead of the normal one she wanted and deserved. He’d give her a normal one if he could, even if it meant he’d never have met her. “For starters, sorry for taking you that way against the wall.”
Only a slight blush hit her cheeks and she surveyed him through her lashes. “It was good, Nix. I hadn’t imagined such a position possible, but maybe next time we could try it a little slower?”
“Still, I should’ve asked instead of just taking you.”
“I could’ve stopped you had I wanted.”
True enough. She went to touch him, but pulled back. He despised her uncertainty. He grabbed her hand and laced their
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