Seeing Spots by Zenina Masters Page B

my week.”
    They were still chuckling when they returned to the house and took a quick shower before they crawled into bed. For some reason, Sable was covered with sap, leaves and pine needles. Warren made sure that all foreign substances were attended to and removed before they hit the sheets.
    Sable enjoyed the first night in her new home in the arms of her mate. Tomorrow, they were going to speak with her family, and from there, a wedding was going to be planned. She was the only female in the family, but with the situation, she had no idea how it would play out.
     
    Using a video chat was the coward’s way out, but it was a six-hour drive to her parents’ house and she wasn’t up to contacting a transporter.
    Her parents looked remarkably unsure about Warren, and Sable had to put her foot down.
    “He is my mate. He is my partner and he was willing to take care of me when he didn’t even know that we were suitable for one another. He is a good man and an excellent hunter.”
    Her mother smiled, thawing a little. “How good a hunter?”
    “He has caught me twice.”
    Her father had to admit, “That is pretty good.”
    Warren sat next to her and joined the conversation. “I hate to break your opinion of me, but she fainted the first time and fell out of a tree the second.”
    Her father raised his hand. “Accept the technicalities. They may be the only chances you get.”
    Her mother laughed and the tension was broken.
    Her parents were going to contact his parents to see what they wanted as it regarded the wedding. The human world had requirements, and they had to adhere to them or draw attention.
    The conversation turned into questions about the Crossroads experience, and there, Sable had to draw a curtain over the truth. She needed to have her parents think that everything went fine and that her life was never in danger.
    It wasn’t an easy lie.
     
    After the call, Sable sat back while Warren gave her a neck rub. “You are so tense.”
    “You have no idea. I am terrified that something extra will pop up and bind itself to us.”
    “That won’t happen, but the council might call for our help. They want us to go in on a treaty scouting party, under guard by elves and shifters. They need to know what is a shifter and what is a human, or just an animal.”
    “You seem pretty sure of that call.”
    “I got it this afternoon, but I told them to put it off for a day.”
    Sable turned. “You are going to make those imprisoned wait another day?”
    He grinned. “I was testing the waters.”
    “This cat doesn’t like waters. We are jumping right over them.”
    “Then, dearling, get dressed and we will go. They are just waiting for our signal.”
    With a sigh, she got up and pulled on a set of underwear, jeans and a t-shirt. Wherever she was going, she wanted to have a solid base layer.
    When her sneakers were tied and her hair was back in a ponytail, she put her hands on her hips. “Let’s go.”
    He was dressed in a similar fashion, and she had to admit that the tight black tee looked just as good on him as it had on Tony. It was better, actually, because she could touch.
    He lifted a slim cell phone that Norman had given him and he spoke quietly. Once he hung up, he wrapped his arms around her and whispered, “Hold tight.”
    She had never participated in an unseen site-to-site transport before, but when she arrived, she was exhilarated and irritated. Just the two emotions she needed for the situation.
    A tall and elegant fey was sitting, surrounded by those of his own kind, but he was the only one under arrest. His lazy smile got on Sable’s nerves.
    He shrugged. “No collars, no bindings. This is just my menagerie of animals. I am sure there is no law against that.”
    What appeared to be the officer in charge came over to Sable and Warren.
    “You are the two who can see through the shift?”
    Warren nodded. “We can, for now.”
    The elf inclined his head. “Then, please help us out and