Ideally, Toby would have wanted Gerella to deny his suggestion immediately, but her silence was worrying. There was nothing to control the Queen’s Authority yet but he and the others knew for a fact that the shell worked well to shield the rogues against Xandar.
Tweaking the shell to be offensive rather than defensive might take less effort and time than having to come up with something from scratch to control Lucianne. It already worked so well in Blue Crescent. With some improvements on the shell they gave the decipio-proditors, there was no doubt that the hybrids would succeed. This was getting more messed-up by the second.
Gerella started speaking again, “The queen has garnered many enemies over the years, being one of the main players to have them kicked out of their packs…”
If you happen to suffer from a minor (or major) heartbreak after this chapter, I am conveying my most sincere apologies. [Please don’t kill me. I still have a lot of books that I want to read and write.]
Greg had just come out of the elevator onto the subway platform, waiting to catch the next ride when his watchers’ report came in, telling him that his suspicions were right, that they were the ones being watched all along. He asked his watchers to bring in Dormant Little Red, J.J. and Bundy, and the duke called off the watch duty immediately. The new assignment was to start looking for Klementine and her assistant, Feva. After that, Alissa’s link came through. Greg said nothing throughout the report, even when he stepped into the public transport. When Alissa was done, he ordered, ‘Get to Polje for our practice with the bloodsuckers as usual. We’ll fill the queen in if the defense minister continues keeping silent about this affair.’ ### That night, Lucianne wasn’t ev
Since verifying the presence of children didn’t concern Greg, he moved on to what really interested him when he asked Toby, “Minister, did she give any descriptions of the three scientists?”“No. With hindsight, I wished I had asked.”Lucianne gently consoled, “You had a lot on your mind.”Tate added, “And she might not even know, Toby.”Toby begged to differ. “It’s really nice of you to want to help defend my mate, Alpha, but let’s face it, if she’s privy to planning the Blue Crescent attack and the abductions at Falling Vines and Saber Vagary, I doubt she won’t know who the scientists are.”
After Toby left the beach, Gerella ran as fast as her legs could carry her back to Neptune’s hideout. She was still amazed by how close the two rogues were that Neptune was allowed to set up his own hiding place on Klementine’s land. Gerella began cracking her head on a plausible excuse for them to evacuate as soon as possible. She came to an abandoned hut, went to the back where there was a worn out truck, slipped underneath the vehicle and slid open the metal casing covered by dirt and dried leaves before sliding into the hideout. Her eyes scanned the significantly smaller space, looking for Saxum. Neptune saw her frantic look, so his head gestured to a room behind a tattered curtain as he uttered calmly, “There. One of your friends has fallen ill.” &n
The vigils and custodes only reached the beach and the abandoned hut two hours after the hybrids left. In the darkness around 11:30pm, it took them another thirty minutes to find the entry of the hideout under the wrecked car. In the hideout itself, they could smell that the scents matched those found in the hideout of the Forest of Oderem. The only difference was that no belongings were left behind this time. They searched the forest before Duica had the idea to start looking through the wooden hut again. The fact that the floorboards had uneven gaps in between and the plank walls weren’t evenly constructed depicted that this shelter was not built by a professional. Perhaps it was a family project of sorts. If there weren’t any clues here that would lead them to the hybrids, maybe there was something that could tell them who thi
At 4:15 a.m. Lucianne dashed to the front door when she heard a light tap. She and Xandar asked Mrs Parker to babysit much earlier this morning so that they both could spend a few hours together.Lucianne got the picnic basket while she heated up some of the food that she and Xandar prepared the night before. After Xandar stuffed the picnic blanket into the basket, they left through the backdoor, shifted and made their way to the freesia field.Xandar still carried her across the river, and when they reached their destination, they made their way across the field of flowers and placed the basket under the largest acacia tree, their usual spot. After shifting back, they set up the food and drinks.When Lucianne was satisfied with the arrangement of everything on the picnic bl
Whatever Xandar just said was not just ‘terrifyingly overwhelming’. It was monstrously torturous, heartbreaking and soul-crushing. It was basically the strongest cocktail of all his fears combined into a single scene. Lucianne’s hands reached out to stroke his cheek and shoulder, ensuring him that she was right there in front of him, that she was his and only his, that they weren’t apart and never will be so. He leaned into her hand and kissed her palm before she asked in a small, encouraging voice, “How did you fight it?” He managed a smile when he explained, “For a while, I didn’t think I could. My instinct was to pounce on Greg, who was holding you a little too close for my comfort…actually, I prefer if he didn’t hold or touch you at all.” His grip around her instin
One of the perks about being the queen was that Lucianne could be fully trusted to take suspects and criminals out for however long she wanted. It wasn’t advisable or customary because of issues of safety, but Margaret’s case was, of course, different since she was working to get pardoned. There was no way she’d try and hurt Lucianne, and even if she did, Lucianne’s Authority would stop her. After they got into the car and began talking about Stella, Lucianne insisted Margaret call her ‘Lucy’ like everybody else before their conversation continued. Lucianne drove them to an outdoor café with potted plants here and there and a water feature for a wall that had the most invigorating sound. After placing their order for slices of cake and cups of coffee, they thanked the waitress and got down to business. Margaret was pressing her f
Lucianne chuckled and shook her head without hesitation as she answered, “No. I can think of more than a hundred things wrong with myself and I’d love to tell you all about it but we’d probably be here for days!” Margaret was encouraged to laugh in response because she felt less alone. “Don’t take this the wrong way but I’m glad you said that, Lucy. It’s never going to be easy to be happy with who we are, is it?” “It’s never going to be easy to be unhappy with who we are either, don’t you think?” Lucianne turned the question around with a smile. That got Margaret thinking, and when she realized what Lucianne was trying to tell her, she smiled wider and said, “I’m starting to think that Tate lied to me when he said you were only a Gamma. Either that, or you have a hidde