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another type of Texas cat that's shown up here. One named Fallon, to be precise."
He raised an eyebrow, and she responded to his unspoken question. "We… imported several Texas females ourselves, for similar reasons," she said, not meeting his eyes.
"One in particular, Fallon, doesn't have much respect for anybody who's not a purebred, and she's not shy about showing it. Unfortunately, Ethan took her to mate, so…"
As her voice trailed off, he read the truth between the lines. Fallon was an evil bitch who rubbed Kat's nose in her shortcomings at every opportunity. Figuratively speaking.
Suddenly, his hands itched to stroke Kat's hair, to offer comfort of some kind.
Again, not a damn bit like him.
The delight Kat had shown while playing with the cubs evaporated, and she stood up abruptly. "I'll show you to your room, and we can get started in the morning. We'll certainly have a lot to talk about with Ethan, from what I hear about the big meeting tonight."
He gently disengaged the cub's teeth from his sleeve and set it on the floor, then stood as well. Kat stopped, inches in front of him, and stood as if trapped. The room shrank around them, and he felt his throat drying up as he looked down into her eyes yet again.
"Kat? I—"
"Door," she blurted out. "You're blocking the door."
"Oh. Sorry. Door." He moved aside and, for the second time that evening, she fled from him.
Wild Hearts In Atlantis – Warriors of Poseidon 1.5
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He smiled slowly as, he watched her. If he'd been a predator, the sight of her flight would have incited him to the hunt. He took his time before following her down the hall, waiting for the urgent hardening of his body to subside. "We may be in trouble, Lady Kat," he murmured to himself. The cubs on the floor gazed sleepily up at him. "Because I'm suddenly feeling very predatory."
Alaric shimmered into mist and soared away from the ranger's cottage, disturbed by what he'd sensed from the shapeshifter with Bastien. In a burst of speed, he shot up and out and didn't descend until he was floating above the midnight blue waves of the Atlantic Ocean. As he spiraled down into the water, regaining his form on the way, he channeled the magic of the portal into Atlantis.
Grimly hoped that the portal would cooperate. It had a decidedly capricious nature, much akin to that of the sea god himself.
Fortunately for the urgency of his mission, the portal opened immediately and he stepped through onto Atlantean soil. Immediately felt the peace of his homeland rush through him, sweeping through the corroded corners of his soul.
Though not even the peace of Atlantis could fill the emptiness of some losses. Some wounds would never heal. Her enormous eyes flashed into his mind, and he nearly flinched.
Quinn.
His eyes gleamed with power, startling the two portal guards who'd fallen back at his entrance. They bowed deeply. "Alaric. Prince Conlan sent for you," one ventured, not meeting his eyes.
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He nodded and headed for the palace. The news that Bastien's shapeshifter liaison almost certainly had Atlantean blood in her superseded his own pathetic longings for a human he could never have.
Quinn had made that clear, as if his own duties did not dictate the same.
Tangled up in his own black mood, he failed to sense Conlan until the prince flashed into form before him on the path. "What news, Alaric?"
Alaric lifted his head, masking the bleakness of his thoughts to calm control and arranging his expression to reflect the same. "There is a problem. Our shapeshifter has Atlantean blood in her."
"What? Are you sure?" Conlan ran a hand through his hair. "How is this even possible, in a shapeshifter?"
Alaric raised one eyebrow. "Considering the nature of your beloved and her sister, I am unsure as to why you are so surprised by this development," he said
He raised an eyebrow, and she responded to his unspoken question. "We… imported several Texas females ourselves, for similar reasons," she said, not meeting his eyes.
"One in particular, Fallon, doesn't have much respect for anybody who's not a purebred, and she's not shy about showing it. Unfortunately, Ethan took her to mate, so…"
As her voice trailed off, he read the truth between the lines. Fallon was an evil bitch who rubbed Kat's nose in her shortcomings at every opportunity. Figuratively speaking.
Suddenly, his hands itched to stroke Kat's hair, to offer comfort of some kind.
Again, not a damn bit like him.
The delight Kat had shown while playing with the cubs evaporated, and she stood up abruptly. "I'll show you to your room, and we can get started in the morning. We'll certainly have a lot to talk about with Ethan, from what I hear about the big meeting tonight."
He gently disengaged the cub's teeth from his sleeve and set it on the floor, then stood as well. Kat stopped, inches in front of him, and stood as if trapped. The room shrank around them, and he felt his throat drying up as he looked down into her eyes yet again.
"Kat? I—"
"Door," she blurted out. "You're blocking the door."
"Oh. Sorry. Door." He moved aside and, for the second time that evening, she fled from him.
Wild Hearts In Atlantis – Warriors of Poseidon 1.5
Page 34 of 85
He smiled slowly as, he watched her. If he'd been a predator, the sight of her flight would have incited him to the hunt. He took his time before following her down the hall, waiting for the urgent hardening of his body to subside. "We may be in trouble, Lady Kat," he murmured to himself. The cubs on the floor gazed sleepily up at him. "Because I'm suddenly feeling very predatory."
Alaric shimmered into mist and soared away from the ranger's cottage, disturbed by what he'd sensed from the shapeshifter with Bastien. In a burst of speed, he shot up and out and didn't descend until he was floating above the midnight blue waves of the Atlantic Ocean. As he spiraled down into the water, regaining his form on the way, he channeled the magic of the portal into Atlantis.
Grimly hoped that the portal would cooperate. It had a decidedly capricious nature, much akin to that of the sea god himself.
Fortunately for the urgency of his mission, the portal opened immediately and he stepped through onto Atlantean soil. Immediately felt the peace of his homeland rush through him, sweeping through the corroded corners of his soul.
Though not even the peace of Atlantis could fill the emptiness of some losses. Some wounds would never heal. Her enormous eyes flashed into his mind, and he nearly flinched.
Quinn.
His eyes gleamed with power, startling the two portal guards who'd fallen back at his entrance. They bowed deeply. "Alaric. Prince Conlan sent for you," one ventured, not meeting his eyes.
Wild Hearts In Atlantis – Warriors of Poseidon 1.5
Page 35 of 85
He nodded and headed for the palace. The news that Bastien's shapeshifter liaison almost certainly had Atlantean blood in her superseded his own pathetic longings for a human he could never have.
Quinn had made that clear, as if his own duties did not dictate the same.
Tangled up in his own black mood, he failed to sense Conlan until the prince flashed into form before him on the path. "What news, Alaric?"
Alaric lifted his head, masking the bleakness of his thoughts to calm control and arranging his expression to reflect the same. "There is a problem. Our shapeshifter has Atlantean blood in her."
"What? Are you sure?" Conlan ran a hand through his hair. "How is this even possible, in a shapeshifter?"
Alaric raised one eyebrow. "Considering the nature of your beloved and her sister, I am unsure as to why you are so surprised by this development," he said
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