sister-in-law’s voice was soft.
“So it was you who wanted me to check on her,” Darian said. “Jenn thought it might be.”
“For an Original Being, Xander has no discretion.”
At Sofi’s icy voice, Darian turned away from the safe and faced her. She stood in the doorway, silver-blue eyes swirling and arms crossed. Damian’s lifemate was petite, beautiful, and angry.
“Take it up with him,” Darian said, amused. “Something weird is going on up there. I’m going to stay close.”
“That’s good.” She still sounded irritated.
Darian faced the safe to hide his smile and continued searching. Sofi was the only Oracle to be found since the Schism. Her cool energy surrounded him. She was constantly assessing him and had been since she discovered him as a prisoner of the Black God.
“I’m fine,” he said. “Better than I have been in a very long time.”
“I sense that.”
“Then what worries you?”
“Just the usual.”
Darian snorted. “I’m fed up with moody women today. Jenn treated me like a shitbag and now you.”
“I was afraid of that. Dammit, Xander,” Sofi muttered. “You just need to keep close to Jenn. She’s in a great deal of danger.”
“Like immediate danger?” he asked, facing her again. “I’ll yank her out of there so fast, not even—”
“You’ll know when.”
“Damn Oracles.” He snatched the documents he needed and closed the door to the safe. “I planned on sticking close anyway. You’re not about to tell me anything else, are you?”
“Not yet.”
“It must be important if you and the Original Being are interested,” he baited, even knowing she’d ignore him.
“Don’t trip over your own feet on your way there or anywhere else.”
“Your Oracle advice sounds like it came out of a fortune cookie.”
Sofi laughed. The small woman was the most powerful Oracle since ancient times, stronger even than his own mother. The White Gods had a long tradition of finding and mating with Oracles. When he’d met Claire, he’d been enamored instantly by her beauty and fighting skill. That she was a weak Oracle unable to access her magic meant nothing to him at the time.
“Which cats are yours?” he asked, forcing his mind off of Claire and Jenn. “I’m taking a couple with me.”
“The little black one with blue eyes. She sits with me when I read.”
“Fitting. Black cat for an Oracle.”
“Be careful, Darian.”
He waved the words away. Sofi left him alone in the study, and he sat down at Damian’s computer to send the info the real estate agent needed to rent him the cabin. He’d set up shop there immediately, but he assumed he’d be there for at least two more weeks. Having some poor, unexpecting Realtor stumble upon him before his paperwork cleared wouldn’t be pleasant.
Darian collected his two favorite cats then packed a small suitcase and Traveled to the cabin. He flipped on all the lights. The furniture was worn and rustic with wooden frames and upholstered cushions. He flipped on the heat and looked around the living room, satisfied with his find.
The hair on the back of Darian’s neck rose suddenly, and his newfound ability to track Watchers and Others pinpointed where the Watcher would appear before it did. He faced the corner, weapons drawn. A moment later, the small, grandfatherly looking Watcher with emerald eyes appeared.
“Hello, ikir ,” the Watcher said.
“Watcher.”
“It has been awhile since you have been you. You remember me now.”
Darian cocked his head to the side. “I remember enough to know I never liked you.”
“And we never liked you. You always were a complicated man.” The Watcher offered an empty smile. “Unlike Damian.”
“He’s better suited to be the White God than I ever was,” Darian said. “He lacks my … darkness.”
“It makes you stronger.”
“You’re not here to talk about my shit. What do you want?”
“I admit, I’m surprised you haven’t sent me away. Damian
“So it was you who wanted me to check on her,” Darian said. “Jenn thought it might be.”
“For an Original Being, Xander has no discretion.”
At Sofi’s icy voice, Darian turned away from the safe and faced her. She stood in the doorway, silver-blue eyes swirling and arms crossed. Damian’s lifemate was petite, beautiful, and angry.
“Take it up with him,” Darian said, amused. “Something weird is going on up there. I’m going to stay close.”
“That’s good.” She still sounded irritated.
Darian faced the safe to hide his smile and continued searching. Sofi was the only Oracle to be found since the Schism. Her cool energy surrounded him. She was constantly assessing him and had been since she discovered him as a prisoner of the Black God.
“I’m fine,” he said. “Better than I have been in a very long time.”
“I sense that.”
“Then what worries you?”
“Just the usual.”
Darian snorted. “I’m fed up with moody women today. Jenn treated me like a shitbag and now you.”
“I was afraid of that. Dammit, Xander,” Sofi muttered. “You just need to keep close to Jenn. She’s in a great deal of danger.”
“Like immediate danger?” he asked, facing her again. “I’ll yank her out of there so fast, not even—”
“You’ll know when.”
“Damn Oracles.” He snatched the documents he needed and closed the door to the safe. “I planned on sticking close anyway. You’re not about to tell me anything else, are you?”
“Not yet.”
“It must be important if you and the Original Being are interested,” he baited, even knowing she’d ignore him.
“Don’t trip over your own feet on your way there or anywhere else.”
“Your Oracle advice sounds like it came out of a fortune cookie.”
Sofi laughed. The small woman was the most powerful Oracle since ancient times, stronger even than his own mother. The White Gods had a long tradition of finding and mating with Oracles. When he’d met Claire, he’d been enamored instantly by her beauty and fighting skill. That she was a weak Oracle unable to access her magic meant nothing to him at the time.
“Which cats are yours?” he asked, forcing his mind off of Claire and Jenn. “I’m taking a couple with me.”
“The little black one with blue eyes. She sits with me when I read.”
“Fitting. Black cat for an Oracle.”
“Be careful, Darian.”
He waved the words away. Sofi left him alone in the study, and he sat down at Damian’s computer to send the info the real estate agent needed to rent him the cabin. He’d set up shop there immediately, but he assumed he’d be there for at least two more weeks. Having some poor, unexpecting Realtor stumble upon him before his paperwork cleared wouldn’t be pleasant.
Darian collected his two favorite cats then packed a small suitcase and Traveled to the cabin. He flipped on all the lights. The furniture was worn and rustic with wooden frames and upholstered cushions. He flipped on the heat and looked around the living room, satisfied with his find.
The hair on the back of Darian’s neck rose suddenly, and his newfound ability to track Watchers and Others pinpointed where the Watcher would appear before it did. He faced the corner, weapons drawn. A moment later, the small, grandfatherly looking Watcher with emerald eyes appeared.
“Hello, ikir ,” the Watcher said.
“Watcher.”
“It has been awhile since you have been you. You remember me now.”
Darian cocked his head to the side. “I remember enough to know I never liked you.”
“And we never liked you. You always were a complicated man.” The Watcher offered an empty smile. “Unlike Damian.”
“He’s better suited to be the White God than I ever was,” Darian said. “He lacks my … darkness.”
“It makes you stronger.”
“You’re not here to talk about my shit. What do you want?”
“I admit, I’m surprised you haven’t sent me away. Damian
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