back, I'm in. I'll do whatever it takes.”
He closed his eyes in defeat. “If you're going, then so am I.”
“Hold on just a second,” Charles said. “Before we do anything, I need to arrange a meeting with the Guardian Elders. We'll need their permission before any of us venture off on any missions, especially one as dangerous as this.”
“Not me,” Gable argued. “I don't need permission from anybody.”
“Nor do I,” agreed Ward, and then he grinned and winked at her when she raised a questioning eyebrow. “Yeah, I'm in too. Who am I to say no to a party?”
“Do you have a death wish or something?” Walker demanded.
“I just like to help.”
She rolled her eyes, her earlier fascination vanquished in the face of his apparent stupidity.
“The two of you can't take this task upon yourselves alone,” Charles tried to point out.
Gable gave him a look, like, watch us .
“Just let me meet with the Elders,” he reasoned. “Any help they can give can only be a good thing. It's worth one or two days more waiting. You'll need that time to prepare anyway.”
She sighed, pissed but seeing his annoying point. “Can I at least come?”
“To the meeting?”
“Sure.”
He looked hesitant at that. “I suppose. . .we'll see.”
Chapter 9
Gable
It didn't take Charles long to organize a meeting with the Guardian Elders. Three days after they'd pried their information from Zebb, Gable found herself on a small, privately owned Greek island with Charles, Nicky, Zay and Terelle. Charles had left the rest of his team back in New York City to run things while he was away which meant no Walker, much to Gable's delight.
Though the island was 46 acres of pure, tropical paradise, there was no time to relax in the white sand or swim in the clear blue water. No sooner did they step off the Guardians' private jet did they have to make their way to the Elders.
“Why Greece?” Gable had asked Zay on the flight over as she'd relaxed back in the luxurious seats. Say what you wanted about the Guardians, but they sure knew how to fly in style.
“Huh?”
“Why do we have to meet the old guys in Greece?”
“Oh, right. Every time they come together it's in a different location in different parts of the world. Mainly for their own safety. There's a lot of bad guys out there who'd love to get their hands on them and their powerful positions.” He'd paused and his eyes had widened, probably because it was the first time he'd ever really let his guard down around her. “Wait, maybe I shouldn't be telling you this.”
“It's okay,” she'd assured him dryly. “I'm only evil part time these days.”
The island was small, but Gable had never seen anything so beautiful. The sea sparkled like tiny diamonds as the sun reflected off it and she was momentarily memorized – until she saw the beach house, that was. Surrounded by trees on one side and the beach on the other, the huge, three story building held up by thick pillars and decorated with golden cherubs was definitely. . .something. And if she hadn't been around Outcasts for so long, the fact that it seemed to be snowing directly over the house, and only the house, even though the sun was shining only a few meters away might have struck her as odd.
“What the hell?” Nicky asked no one in particular. The closer they got to the house, the thicker the layer of snow on the ground. He looked back at the calm ocean and the blazing sun once more, and then back at the snow covered house, puzzled. It was kind of cute.
Gable jumped when Terelle suddenly clutched her wrist with a shaking hand. She glanced over, surprised to see her friend's usually golden skin pale.
“Faiz is here,” Terelle breathed, fear in her eyes for possibly the first time since they'd met.
“Who's Faiz?” She looked down and studied her shorts and cami. “And I wish someone woulda warned me about the random weather sitch. My nips are gonna freeze right off.”
“You want help
He closed his eyes in defeat. “If you're going, then so am I.”
“Hold on just a second,” Charles said. “Before we do anything, I need to arrange a meeting with the Guardian Elders. We'll need their permission before any of us venture off on any missions, especially one as dangerous as this.”
“Not me,” Gable argued. “I don't need permission from anybody.”
“Nor do I,” agreed Ward, and then he grinned and winked at her when she raised a questioning eyebrow. “Yeah, I'm in too. Who am I to say no to a party?”
“Do you have a death wish or something?” Walker demanded.
“I just like to help.”
She rolled her eyes, her earlier fascination vanquished in the face of his apparent stupidity.
“The two of you can't take this task upon yourselves alone,” Charles tried to point out.
Gable gave him a look, like, watch us .
“Just let me meet with the Elders,” he reasoned. “Any help they can give can only be a good thing. It's worth one or two days more waiting. You'll need that time to prepare anyway.”
She sighed, pissed but seeing his annoying point. “Can I at least come?”
“To the meeting?”
“Sure.”
He looked hesitant at that. “I suppose. . .we'll see.”
Chapter 9
Gable
It didn't take Charles long to organize a meeting with the Guardian Elders. Three days after they'd pried their information from Zebb, Gable found herself on a small, privately owned Greek island with Charles, Nicky, Zay and Terelle. Charles had left the rest of his team back in New York City to run things while he was away which meant no Walker, much to Gable's delight.
Though the island was 46 acres of pure, tropical paradise, there was no time to relax in the white sand or swim in the clear blue water. No sooner did they step off the Guardians' private jet did they have to make their way to the Elders.
“Why Greece?” Gable had asked Zay on the flight over as she'd relaxed back in the luxurious seats. Say what you wanted about the Guardians, but they sure knew how to fly in style.
“Huh?”
“Why do we have to meet the old guys in Greece?”
“Oh, right. Every time they come together it's in a different location in different parts of the world. Mainly for their own safety. There's a lot of bad guys out there who'd love to get their hands on them and their powerful positions.” He'd paused and his eyes had widened, probably because it was the first time he'd ever really let his guard down around her. “Wait, maybe I shouldn't be telling you this.”
“It's okay,” she'd assured him dryly. “I'm only evil part time these days.”
The island was small, but Gable had never seen anything so beautiful. The sea sparkled like tiny diamonds as the sun reflected off it and she was momentarily memorized – until she saw the beach house, that was. Surrounded by trees on one side and the beach on the other, the huge, three story building held up by thick pillars and decorated with golden cherubs was definitely. . .something. And if she hadn't been around Outcasts for so long, the fact that it seemed to be snowing directly over the house, and only the house, even though the sun was shining only a few meters away might have struck her as odd.
“What the hell?” Nicky asked no one in particular. The closer they got to the house, the thicker the layer of snow on the ground. He looked back at the calm ocean and the blazing sun once more, and then back at the snow covered house, puzzled. It was kind of cute.
Gable jumped when Terelle suddenly clutched her wrist with a shaking hand. She glanced over, surprised to see her friend's usually golden skin pale.
“Faiz is here,” Terelle breathed, fear in her eyes for possibly the first time since they'd met.
“Who's Faiz?” She looked down and studied her shorts and cami. “And I wish someone woulda warned me about the random weather sitch. My nips are gonna freeze right off.”
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