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Lincoln collected the photos, tapped the stack on the desk, and put them back in the folder. “We believe the second set of photos are deep fakes.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Blake said.

“A fairy consultant destroyed the glamor used to create the second set of photos. The magic was old and powerful.” Lincoln sat back in the chair.

“What are you doing about this?” Blake asked Tristan.

Tristan leaned back in his chair. “Right now, we’ve supported Lincoln’s pack with whatever resources they didn’t already have.” The chair rocked forward, and he rested his arms on the desk. “Blake, I want Nikki to join them.”

“No,” Blake said.

Tristan clenched his jaw. “You do remember that she works for me?”

“She’s on my team,” Blake said.

“Your team works for me, too,” Tristan said.

Blake slowly stood from his chair and leaned on the desk. His dragon fumed inside his head. He called forth just enough power to exert his dominance. Tristan was the oldest son, but they knew Blake was the stronger dragon.

“What are you trying to say?” he said.

“I’m not trying to say anything. I am saying it. Your team is part of Operation Excalibur, and I am the director of Operation Excalibur. Therefore, your team, including the leader, which is you, is my team.”

A vein on Tristan’s forehead pulsed, and Blake felt Tristan’s power grow.

“Um, hey guys, I’m not sure this is the best place for this right now.” Lincoln pointed to an interior window overlooking a sea of cubicles where several people stood and watched them.

Tristan blew out an exasperated breath and pushed a button under his desk. The windows were frosted over.

“Hey, that’s a nice trick. I need to get that for my office,” Lincoln said. “Now, if you two will kindly get over whatever this power play is, let me explain what we’re looking for.”

Blake let out a low growl before slowly sitting back in the chair. Tristan sat down, too.

“Great,” Lincoln said. “Tristan told me about Agent Niki Carter. She’s an alicorn. We need her skills as a tracker. We believe the hunting is happening on private land. We found a heavily spelled fifty-acre plot of land, but we’ve been unable to get past the wards. That’s why we need an alicorn.”

“Find another one,” Blake said.

“Right now, she’s the only one we’ve got,” Tristan said.

“No. She’s guarding my mate’s child. Find another one.” Blake slammed a fist onto the desk. “Find another one.”

“You and I both know she might be the last alicorn. Her tracking skills are perfect for this assignment. And she can use her shifting magic without leaving an energy trace—no other shifter can do that.” Tristan got out of his chair and pulled up another chair beside his brother. “I also want you to go.”

Blake sprung out of his chair, wrapped a hand around Tristan’s neck, and pushed him against a wall. “You do not tell me what to do.”

Lincoln got out of his chair and readied himself for a fight. Blake could sense Lincoln’s wolf reacting to a possibly dangerous situation.

Tristan held up his hands in surrender. “I will not fight you, Blake. Not here.”

“Why would you even consider asking me to leave Angela?”

“Because of the reaction I just got. You are too close to think rationally.”

Blake lessened his grip. “She is my mate.”

“No, she’s not. You two have not mated. She has a job, and from what I’ve seen, you are getting in the way of her doing it.”

Blake clenched his jaw and growled. “We will mate when she is ready.”

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