Page 70 of Warrior's Reign
The touch rippled beneath her skin, her arms tingling. His eyes glinted and he lowered his head. “I dreamed of your lips. Of your lips doing things no Silent warrior should imagine.”
Her core clenched. He spoke in a near purr, a tendril of his hidden depths unfurling. Vykhan was so reserved, she often wondered what kind of lover he would be—did he save all that energy for the bed?
He straightened when the comm signaled an incoming request. “Accept, audio visual.”
Aanyah’s face appeared over the desk. “Ah! There you are, Reign. Your mother and I have agreed on a date for dinner—does tomorrow evening suit? I’ve sent the details to your console.” She laughed, probably at Reign’s expression. “And your mother made me vow to see that you wore something other than your grays.”
“That’s. . .great.”
Vykhan’s hand pressed on the small of her back in silent empathy. More and more she felt the brush of his emotions, his wall of Silence softening when they were together.
Aanyah smiled at them. “My word is in your hands, daughter.”
The comm cut and Vykhan pressed a kiss on the top of her head. “Will dress attire displease you so much?”
She sighed. “No.”
He shocked her with an almost silent chuckle—but still a chuckle. “I will make it up to you.”
24
Reign cuther comm and went into the city, moving fast. The lot was empty, a dark office building with minimal security looming several stories above.
“I don’t have much time,” she told the Aeddannar male who stepped out of the shadows at her approach.
“I’m gratified you accepted my invitation.”
“As if I had any choice.” Her voice was sharp. “Tell me.”
Loka Vohn smiled. “Not even time for pleasantries?”
Reign stared him down. “I’ve cut my comm and the tracker like you requested. I could be walking into an ambush, but you baited the message well. What information do you have about the symposium?”
He walked towards her, a tall male dressed in a deceptively simple black suit, his hair loose waves over his shoulders. Delight shimmered in his eyes, a sensual invitation on his curved lips.
“No information is free,Adejahna.” He reached out and flicked a stray curl on her shoulder.
“Why contact me in the first place?”
“My usual channel is otherwise occupied.” He tilted his head, gaze roaming over her body. She’d barely had time to change out of her palace uniform into something nondescript. Pants, a plant fiber shirt and short jacket. Human attire, increasingly popular on Yedahn.
“And the price?”
His smile widened, lashes lowering coyly over his lids for a moment. “Only another kiss, Reign. I find myself thinking too often of your taste.”
Her stony expression didn’t alter. “You want to exchange information regarding an attempt on Ibukay’s life for a kiss? Exactly who are you fucking with right now?”
He laughed. “Is that any way to speak to your newest employer?”
“I’ve signed no contracts.”
“Hmm. Your liegeman is handling the details. That is what peons are for. We. . .elevated creatures have little time to concern ourselves with minutiae.”
“If Icolo heard you talk like that, he’d arrange a nice surprise for you.”
Loka’s smile sharpened. “My kinsman undoubtedly would make the attempt. It might even amuse me. But I forget myself—my price?” He lifted an eyebrow, waiting.
Reign grit her teeth, and uncrossed her arms. She stepped close to him, not protesting when his hands slid around her waist. She could have pressed a kiss on his cheek or something equally as innocent, but she didn’t want to play those games if the information he had was about Ibukay.
