Page 63 of Claim the Dragon
Chapter Fifteen
Could this possibly get more daunting?
She’d just seen a real live dragon in the woods and felt the very real and very hard dick of the human whose body that dragon inhabited, her best friend had been kidnapped by who knew what and now, she was walking into a room with eight people staring at her as if she were buck-naked and about to dance on the table.
Ravyn tilted her chin and squared her shoulders.She walked a couple steps in front of Steele only because once he’d allowed her to enter the room ahead of him, he’d released her hand.Not totally sure where she was supposed to go, she just kept walking until Shola stepped from around the guy standing at the head of the table and came to stand in front of her.
“I knew we’d see each other again,” she said as she reached out to take Ravyn’s hands.
Her palms were warm and the quick smile that spread across her face was genuine, just as it had been the first night she’d met her.“Hi, Shola.”
“Come sit here beside me.”
Ravyn didn’t bother to look back at Steele, but followed Shola because that air of authority she’d noticed the first time they met was magnified tonight.Perhaps because of the tall, brooding guy standing at the head of the table glaring at her with the purest bluest eyes imaginable.
When she was on the other side of the table accepting the chair offered to her, she looked across to see that Steele had taken a seat next to yet another awesomely built guy—the one who’d grabbed her as she’d tried to run after Cree.He had locks similar to Steele’s but from what she could see while he was sitting, they might be longer than Steele’s.Beside him was another guy—and if the situation were different, she might consider this a buffet of hot-ass men—this one with a lighter complexion than Steele’s, his beard more like a dusting of dark hair than a full-grown style.
“I’m Reese.”The guy sitting next to her spoke, pulling her attention from the lineup across the table, over to him.
“Hi, I’m Ravyn,” she said, and accepted the hand he had extended to her.
Reese had a bright smile and if he wasn’t wearing the sunglasses she’d bet it reached his eyes in a laughing way.His hair was a riot of curls that he’d pulled up in some type of way so that it was away from his face.
“You already had the pleasure of meeting Shola,” Reese continued.“Her husband Theo runs the show here at the Legion.”
She hadn’t needed to be told that, because again, the air around Shola and the man at the head of the table reeked of power and leadership.Theo barely nodded in her direction and she returned the favor.
“Across from us are top agents here at the company, Aiken French, Magnum Eze and of course, you know our dear Steele.”Reese’s introductions were done with the same affable tone he’d taken in speaking to her and Ravyn found it relaxing.
After offering a polite smile and wave to Aiken, who treated her to a breathtaking grin in return, she let her gaze settle on Magnum.“You’re Steele’s brother?”
“Older brother,” Magnum replied before tossing a look to Steele.
She settled back in her chair thinking how fortunate for this world that there were two of them.The door opened then and two women walked in.One taller, wearing black leather pants, gray studded bra and a matching black leather vest.Her blonde hair fell in wide waves around the sides with a spiked mohawk down the center.
Ziva.She’d had eerie eyes that night Ravyn had met her too.Now, she wore sunglasses.These people must have invested a ton of money in a sunglasses company.
Behind her, moving at a much slower pace, was the woman Ravyn had seen many times at Twilight.Her gold-blonde hair was styled in short tight curls, her lipstick a frosted hue, her attire denim—skintight pants, red tank top and cropped jacket.
“And this is Ziva.She’s bringing another visitor to our meeting.”Reese had, for some reason, picked up a pen and was now tapping it on the table.
“Hey,” Ziva said by way of greeting.“This is Enes.She has something to tell us.”
Ziva took a seat, but Enes continued to stand right beside the chair where Ziva was sitting.
“Let me just say that this is unprecedented,” Theo began, his voice deep, echoing throughout the space with chilling finality.
Ravyn couldn’t help but look at him in awe.Who was this guy?
“What goes on at the Legion is private company business.We’re bound by our contracts with clients to treat certain information as privileged.And we don’t discuss open cases with anyone other than Legion agents.”
All eyes were on Theo and then the tall slender guy who had come through the wall, it seemed.Upon closer scrutiny she could see that it was a camouflaged door and again wondered what the hell she’d gotten herself into.
“With that said, we have a situation and it seems that each of the...visitors...here tonight is in a unique position to help us handle that situation.But before we hear from them, Bleu has a status.”Theo looked to the guy who’d walked up behind him like he was in stealth mode.
His movements were precise, but he made no sounds and even now after the introduction, only gave the barest of nods before clearing his throat to speak.
“She has not left the realm.I have a location right now, but she is continuously moving so it may change by the time we’re finished preparing.”Bleu had a great British accent to go with that expertly cut chocolate brown suit and shined expensive dress shoes.
