incognito thanks to your
hijinks. I am calling a ban on all pranks that involve my appearance. My
clothes, my body, and my hair are all off limits, do you understand me?” Molly
leveled a deadly stare at Ian.
“I solemnly swear never to do
anything like that again.” Ian held his hand up like a boy scout.
We made our way out to Kennan’s old
SUV with Molly griping about its dilapidated state. He needed a new car. We
piled in and made our way out of the city to the Council headquarters. The closer
we got, the worse I felt. I didn’t think I was prepared for what was about to
come my way. I knew from Isadora’s tone on the phone that whatever she knew was
something I was not prepared for.
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CHAPTER FOUR
We arrived at the Council to find
two Guardians waiting outside for us. One stood at least a head taller than
Kennan and had a wicked scar bisecting his right eyebrow. His graying hair hung
long down his back with the top section pulled back by a leather strap. He
reminded me of an elf from “The Lord of the Rings.”
The other Guardian looked to be
about Kennan’s age. He had russet-colored hair that waved down to his square
jaw which was clenched tightly. His face resembled the elder Guardians with its
scars, only this Guardian wore an eye patch covering one eye. Whatever these
men had been through had marked them. I stared into his good eye for a moment,
shocked at how utterly green it was. I had never seen anyone with eyes that
color in my entire life.
We got out of the car and Kennan
and Ian rushed to embrace the men, leaving Molly and I standing there staring.
The men finally dropped their grim expressions in favor of comradely smiles. It
was in those smiles that I realized the two men were related.
“Izzy, come here. I want you to
meet some people,” Kennan said, waving me over. Ian motioned for Molly to join
me.
“It is an honor to meet you,” they
said simultaneously and bowed holding their right hands over their hearts. I
was suddenly overcome with the desire to curtsy. They were treating me like a
queen. It was unnerving.
“Likewise?” I said, half question,
half statement.
“Izzy, this dapper gentlemen is
Breanan. He is Isadora’s Guardian and husband. This young rogue is their son
Conall. Gentlemen, meet the future Mrs. O’Malley,” he said with a beaming
smile. The guys looked shocked but clapped him on the shoulder in
congratulations.
“And who might you be?” Conall
asked Molly with some interest.
“She is mine,” Ian practically
growled. Molly punched him in his stomach before sticking her hand out to
introduce herself.
“My name is Molly. Tell me, is
there some sort of trade in program for unwanted Guardians?” she asked with a
glower in Ian’s direction.
“Unfortunately, no lass. Otherwise
I would be sweeping you up for myself.” Conall gave Molly a wink before moving
aside. Ian’s glowers did nothing to dissuade him.
“Well, this is lovely and all but I
would really like to speak with Isadora if I could. I have some new, or rather
old, information that might be pertinent,” I said, trying to get everyone back
on track.
“Of course, right this way.”
Breanan gestured for me to go ahead of him. He left me with the impression that
he was a man of few words. I imagined anything he did say was taken seriously
and immediately carried out. At least I knew I would do pretty much anything he
asked.
Aside from their slightly dangerous
appearance, I felt I could absolutely trust the two men. Well, at least Breanan
for certain. Plus, there was the fact Kennan had introduced us. I knew he would
not allow people he did not trust implicitly into my life. He was far too
protective for that.
“Awesome,” I muttered as our posse
made its way inside.
The moment I stepped foot over the
threshold, all motion stopped inside the house. People began bowing to me as
Breanan and Conall had. It was really starting to freak me out. I looked over
to