Sarah POVThere wasn’t any human-grade alcohol in the entire mining compound, so I had mixed mine with water and was sipping slowly. There was no question that Zane, Travis, and I would be drinking that evening.The National Guard troops had set us up with tents, including a double-sized one for Zan
“We have several active shafts, but they’re just chasing the last of the seams. About two-thirds of the mine has been abandoned, filled up with water, mostly.”“I don’t need any names, but can you tell me what happened with Shaft #18A?”“It was a death trap, but they wouldn’t let us abandon it. Said
Sarah POVThe next few days were a rush of setting up housing and medical centers, offering proper food services, and finding personnel for everything from a decent educational system to setting up a real police force. We couldn’t undo generations of abuse and corruption in less than a week, but we
Zane POVContrary to popular belief, alphas rarely strut. For evidence, I would point to parents’ night at their children’s school, where every parent, no matter what their social rank, was doing their best not to strut or peacock or preen. It was difficult, I admit, but we were all resisting at bes
“You were in Madrid?” I asked.“Oh yes, after Paris and then the Riviera and then Florence.” She laughed. “I’ve sold more makeup in the last few months than Macy’s. I needed a little break, and Alexander’s home is always open to me.”“It’s a nice place,” I said somewhat wryly. It had once been a kin
Sarah POVI lay alone in bed that night, and along with my usual preoccupation with Zane’s hands and eyes and mouth and my desire for him to be with me, I was dwelling on those few minutes I had spent with Grace, Chloe, and Jordan.The girls had immediately been taken by their cute cousin, greeting
Grace shrugged. “OK.”“For my part,” Zane said, coming in right when he was needed, as always, “I like that you girls have different hairdos. I would hate to mix you up.”That drew some smiles. “Silly Daddy,” Grace murmured.Breakfast went on as normal after that, and then the girls went to the car
Sarah POV“I don’t want him to come back here,” I said to Zane the next morning in his study. “I know that sounds harsh, but Jordan is a nasty little shit-stirrer first class, and he’s got no business being around Grace and Chloe.”“Growl, growl,” Zane remarked. It was teasing, but I could tell from