Page 48 of Fated Redemption
Abby brought the phone back to her ear. “See, she hasn’t killed anyone lately.”
“Ulcers. You two give me fucking ulcers! Do you know how hard it is for shifters to get one ulcer, much less two? Do you!”
“Umm… we love you?” Abby said, unsure of what else to do.
A huge sigh and thump was heard. “I know. I love you two walking disasters too. I’m assigning Sentinels to Arkadia. Try not to blow up the most important paranormal city since the dawn of time before they get there.”
“Go home and drink some of that white wine you like so much. I got this,” Abby said.
“That’s what I’m afraid of. Bye, Abby, give my love to Rebecca. I’ll be visiting soon to see my nephew.” Then the line went dead.
“That went well.” Abby looked up.
Aleks, Gabriel, Moe and Rhys looked ill.
“So, when do we go ghost hunting?” Rebecca asked, completely oblivious to her mate’s growing panic for his future.
“Tomorrow at eleven?” Abby suggested.
“Works for me.”
“Can I come too?” Giddey asked, looking intrigued.
“You bet.” Abby took another bite of her sandwich.
“Aren’t you afraid, Giddey?” Ashby asked, still looking worried.
“This chick singlehandedly got hot Sentinels to be assigned to Arkadia, I’m sticking to her like glue.”
“Watch and learn young grasshopper, watch and learn.” Abby winked at him.
Aleks, Moe and Rhys groaned behind them.
Chapter Eight
OperationClaim Her Vampirewas underway. Abby was convinced that Rhys just needed to taste their blood to see that it wasn’t like a drug, then they could mate with each other. She had watched him carefully at the diner. He had this unconscious habit of rubbing his arms when he was feeling anxious. He sat closer to Moe and didn’t say much. She observed him with the patience that she normally reserved for the small mammals she studied out in the field.
Every time his anxiety levels would rise he would reach over and touch Moe. Abby realized that Rhys didn’t even know he was doing it. He was handling his addiction better than he probably even knew.
Abby continued to watch her mates until Moe stood.
“Time to get the bar ready to open.” He stretched and Abby had a moment to truly appreciate how beautiful he was. He was tall but not bulky. His frame was simply huge, but the muscles wrapped around his body were toned and defined. He radiated peace and gentleness despite his grizzled appearance. His shaved head and five o’clock shadow would normally be a turn off for her, too rough. But, on Moe it was just right. His tribal band tattoos around his arms only emphasized how built he was. He was the exact opposite to Rhys in every way.
Rhys stood and smiled up at Moe. His soft blond and white curls fell just past his ears. He was handsome without looking pretty. He personified wholesomeness. When he smiled it seemed like that was the most natural look for his face. He was also tall, but still inches shorter than their other mate. Where Moe had soft gray eyes, Rhys’s green eyes were brilliant and seemed to glow with an inner light. Rhys’s body was leaner but also sported a defined eight pack that left her sighing.
“Lucky bitch,” Giddey said happily.
“You’re not the first to say that.”
“You were looking at them like you were sizing up your next meal.”
“Maybe I was.” Abby winked at Giddey.
Moe and Rhys grinned at each other.
“Come on, AbbyGirl.” Moe held out his hand to her.
“Coming.” She walked over and put her hand in his. His huge, warm hand engulfed hers, but the size difference only reinforced how safe she felt around him. He leaned down and whispered.
