Sixx (The Stone Society, #7) by Faith Gibson Page A

surpassing his hatred for Jonas and his offspring and spilled over to his nephews and their Clan.
    Alistair had to be careful in choosing someone to name as his successor. He would do it in such a way that whomever he chose wasn’t aware. He didn’t want anyone to get any ideas that Alistair was ready to step down or that he wasn’t fit to lead the Greeks. This was him being proactive, just in case. He had thought Carter would have made a good second-in-command, but the Goyle disappeared when Dante rescued Isabelle. Security footage had been erased, so Alistair didn’t know if Carter left of his own volition or if he’d been caught in the crossfire during that fiasco.
    Movement at the far end of the property caught Alistair’s eye. Sergei, Kallisto’s lapdog, was moping around. He should send the human away, but Kallisto had found him useful. When the male was within earshot, Alistair called out, “Sergei, I would like to see you in my office.” The human nodded and turned toward the pathway leading inside the villa. By the time Sergei made his way inside, Alistair was sipping on a glass of brandy. “Have a seat.”
    Ever since Sergei delivered Theron’s body to Alistair along with the message from Rafael, he hadn’t dared to look Alistair in the eye. He kept his chin down and his eyes averted. Smart human. “I have a job for you. I want you to travel back to the States and get Kallisto out of the Pen.”
    Sergei’s head snapped up, his eyes wide. “I... I’m sorry, Sir, but how do you propose I do that? The penitentiary is guarded heavily by the Stone Society.”
    “I want you to tell my nephew that I accept his truce. I will write the letter myself and affix my official seal to it. You will deliver the message to Rafael and demand Kallisto’s release.”
    “Yes... yes, Sir. I can do that.” Sergei’s eyes lowered once again.
    “You may take one guard with you. Please tell me who that will be so that I may call upon them for you.”
    “Drago, Sir.”
    “If I may ask, why would you choose him over any other Gargoyle to accompany you?”
    “He is loyal to Kallisto and quite fond of her.”
    “Is he loyal to me as well?”
    Sergei lifted his eyes to meet Alistair’s. “Absolutely. It is the reason he is loyal to your daughter.”
    “Very well. I will call him immediately. Pack your things. The jet will be ready within the hour.”
    “Yes, Sir.” Sergei bowed his head to Alistair and took his leave.
    Alistair picked up an old-fashioned quill pen and dipped it into a bottle of ink. He touched the nib to a sheet of vellum and put his plan into motion.

    “G ood morning, Brother. Have a good night?” Sixx asked, pulling himself up to sit on the edge of the pool as he took in Urijah’s mood.
    “Yes, actually. I kicked Finley’s ass at video games for several hours.”
    Sixx laughed knowing how competitive the Goyles could be. Family day at the manor had turned into game day marathons on more than one occasion. He preferred darts or billiards over the loud and fast-paced video games some of the Clan immersed themselves in. “I’m surprised you’re not bruised. Fin can be brutal.”
    “Tell me about it. At one point, I put the sofa cushion between us when I got tired of his elbow hitting my ribs.” Urijah’s smile was indication that he really didn’t mind his best friend getting physical. “Are you ready for training, or do you have plans for today?”
    “I wouldn’t mind getting a little sparring in. I am biding my time until Friday when I go see Rae. Until then...”
    “Why Friday?” Urijah stretched his long legs out in front of him, crossing his bare feet.
    Sixx twisted his body around so he could stand. He made his way to where Urijah was sitting and began drying off. “Friday is her birthday. I’m delivering the surfboard to her as not only a present but an icebreaker of sorts. I’m hoping she’ll be so excited about finally getting her dream board that she’ll let me in the