Total pages in book: 163
Estimated words: 154735 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 774(@200wpm)___ 619(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154735 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 774(@200wpm)___ 619(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
“That’s right.” Wrath held up his forefinger to emphasize the point. “I do not want any of the doggen going there.”
“Not a problem, I’ll take care of it.”
The King nodded. Then swept the room as if he were sighted, his face turning from side to side. “Any other updates.”
When there were just mumbles that were I-got-nothin’ in nature, the King banged the desk with his dagger hand. “Roger that. I’m calling this meeting adjourned. Get back out in the streets then, and find—”
“He’s going to ask my cousin to mate him.”
As Sahvage’s word-grenade landed in the center of the study, everyone looked at him. Then followed where he was pointing and stared at Lassiter. Every eyeball. In the room.
Well.
“Ahh…” Lassiter glanced around and then mouthed his second WTF? of the night in Sahvage’s direction. “She hasn’t said yes yet—”
A surprisingly hearty cheer rose up and resounded, and then the brothers and fighters swarmed in for high fives and attaboys.
Hello, it was an update, Sahvage mouthed back across the chaos.
“Let us know what she says,” Wrath called out over the din with a smile. “Fritz is always ready to plan a party.”
CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
As dates go, this was not quite what I had in mind.”
As Lassiter spoke, Rahvyn squeezed his hand. “Well, I can’t think of anything I’d like more.”
The pair of them were up in the sanctuary of temples and tulips again, strolling side by side over the bright green, cropped grass. She didn’t know where in the extensive landscape they were headed, but she didn’t care. They were together and things were peaceful—and after the previous couple of nights, that was perfection in her view.
“Can I tell you what I was thinking? You know, date-wise,” Lassiter prompted.
She glanced up at him. “Please.”
“I wanted to razzle-dazzle you.”
With a laugh, she indicated around the bucolic environs. “We are in paradise. I can assure you my razzle is very dazzled indeed, whatever that means.”
He tilted down and kissed her. “Well, first I rented out the Palisades movie theater for us.”
“Oh! As in the moving picture show palace?” An image of gold-leafed grandeur and red velvet curtains came to mind. “I read an article about it whilst at Luchas House. It was very lovely, the interior. Quite fancy.”
“Yup, that’s the one. A little grandeur never hurts, even if we’re in jeans, you know? Also, if it’s good enough for Elvis, it’s good enough for me.”
“Elvis?”
“Long story. And I’d arranged a screening of one of my favorite movies of all time. Sixteen Candles.”
“Whatever is it about?”
“The guy gets the girl in the end—and there’s a red Porsche involved. It’s a defining movie of the eighties. Molly Ringwald. Jake Ryan. Anthony Michael Hall. Rice Chex. Farmer Ted. Totally outer limits. Amazing.”
Even though he spoke in a different language, she smiled broadly. “I should very much like to watch it with you.”
“I will make that happen.” He squeezed her hand back. “And afterward, I was going to take you to this 24-hour diner all kinds of people rave about. Apparently the place serves an apple pie that if consumed after midnight guarantees a religious experience.”
“Oh, I’ve never had one of those. But I look forward to it.”
Lassiter laughed in that way she liked to hear, deep and in his belly. Then he leaned in. “Are you talking about the pie or the religious experience? Because I’ve got another way I can give you the latter.”
As a flush went through her body, she remembered what they had done in that cave during all of the daylight hours—and decided, whilst looking around at all the privacy they had, that this was indeed the very best place for their date.
“I anticipate that even more,” she murmured.
“Preeeeach.” He kissed her again. “So anyway, that was my plan.”
“What made you change it?” When he didn’t reply, she felt anxiety take a bite of her stomach. “Lassiter… what aren’t you telling me.”
She stopped and pulled him to a halt. “Is it because of what happened behind that club? Or something else?”
As his eyes did not meet hers, she thought… dearest Virgin Scribe, something else.
“I should like to know,” she said as she released his hand and crossed her arms over her chest. “Right the now.”
Lassiter broke off from her and paced around, as if his body could not contain his worry, and as a sickening pit formed in her gut, she told herself that whatever it was, they could deal with it: The Brotherhood. Lassiter. Herself and those two angels who did not care for her very much, but who certainly would be useful in a fight. They had resources, and they could deal with anything.
“I am not afraid.” She lifted her chin. “And I am not helpless. Remember?”
“That doesn’t mean I like talking about this with you.” He shrugged. “Or anyone, at any rate.”