message or whatever else you could come up with to doubt this.” He slid the laptop out of his bag and opened the screen. It flashed to life, awaiting his passcode.
“What would I need to see? What message?” She didn’t understand how he was going to prove to her that he wasn’t there to kill her, and that only served to make her more nervous. She wanted to hop off the table and pace the interior of the plane.
His long fingers slid over the keyboard with finesse. He wasn’t the average assassin who was only familiar with weapons and ways to kill. Computer skills and knowledge of codes wasn’t something she would’ve expected from him. “I’m calling my Elders.”
“What? Wouldn’t someone be able to trace that? My Alpha—”
“We’ve got a secure video conferencing line so we can communicate with our allies as needed.” He brought up the screen, and the ringing of a phone echoed out of the laptop’s speakers.
“Hello.” A man with long black hair stared back at them.
“Mira, this is Raja, the Lieutenant of the Alaskan Tigers. Raja, meet Mira.” He gave a quick introduction but didn’t give them time to formally say hello. Instead, he continued to the point of the call. “Does Tabitha or Ty have a moment?”
“Little woman giving you trouble?” Raja smirked. “Good for you, girl.”
“We could do with less of that, and more of you calling for them,” Styx reasoned, as Theodore powered up the engines. “We’re on a limited time frame here.”
“You interrupted a meeting, so it better be important.” Raja handed what appeared to be an e-tablet over to someone else. A moment later, a woman and a man filled the screen.
The woman’s strawberry blonde hair was unmistakable, leaving no doubt of her identity. It was as if she’d just stepped out of one of Mira’s visions. “You must be the woman who sent the message,” Tabitha intoned.
“I’m Mira. It’s a pleasure to…um, meet you.” That was an understatement. Knowing what Tabitha had done for their kind, and what she intended to do in the future, left her sitting in awe before the Queen of the Tigers. Everything would be vastly different one day. That was a world Mira wanted to live in, so she supported Tabitha in her quest. That was what landed her in this mess in the first place. Things would change for the better one day, and Mira would be a part of it.
“What’s this about, Styx?” the man beside Tabitha inquired. “If you’ve found her, you should be on your way to Jinx.”
“Ty,” Styx began, his tone bitter. “It would appear Frank has used me to scare his people, threatening to send me after them if they disobey. I assumed my name would instill fear in her, like it does with everyone, so I held off on disclosing my identity until she demanded it. Now that she knows who I am, she believes her Alpha has sent me to torture and kill her.”
“What would you like us to do?” Tabitha asked.
“Confirm my status within your clan, and please let her know I’m here on your behalf. I thought this would be the best way to convince her.” Styx glanced at Mira, and then back at the screen.
“I could have done that,” Raja hollered from somewhere off-screen.
“It wouldn’t have been the same.” Tabitha adjusted in her seat, and the tablet wobbled some as she leaned back against the sofa. “Mira, I appreciate you being a supporter, though I have to say I apologize it has come at the cost of your clan and home. When we received notification that you were on the run, we sent Styx to find you. He’s the best there is.”
Mira’s eyebrow shot up at Tabitha’s choice of words. She had no doubt that he was the best at what he did, but the question was, what did he do now ? Was he still the assassin history claimed him to be, or was he using his skills as a way to protect those who were making things better for their kind?
Tabitha caught her sudden suspicion. “He’s the best at what he does,” she continued.
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