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“I’ll inform him of this.” He nodded in assurance, those wild Eagle eyes watching her far too closely. “Will you weather the storm your mate brings with him, though?”
“Weather the storm,” what a very apt phrase. Graeme was definitely a storm no matter his mood. Enraged Gideon or the slightly mad Graeme, whichever face he showed at the moment, he was still like a tornado sweeping through her life.
“Graeme’s storms are well known to me,” she promised, a small smile curling at her lips. “Weathering them is always an adventure, but not in the least dangerous.”
“To you,” he pointed out. “It seems the beast does have a leash, no matter what others believe.”
“Well then, let’s just keep that between ourselves,” she suggested. “Go now, Keenan, before he’s close enough to realize you’ve been here. When the beast is loose his senses are far too adept.”
With a nod, he phased from sight and a moment later a hard push of wind signaled his departure.
Turning, she watched the back wall Graeme had disappeared over hours before, knowing he’d return the same way. Where he’d gone she had no idea. He’d slipped from her, believing she slept, thinking he could sneak away from her so easily.
As curious as she had been over where he was going, who he was meeting with, because she knew he was meeting with someone, still she’d taken the opportunity to meet with Keenan rather than follow him. This meeting with Honor’s parents had been years in the making. Their desperation to finally see the daughter they’d released, rather than chance losing forever, was like a hunger ravaging their lives.
Cat had contacted them years before, giving them periodic reports on the child they feared they’d never see again. Now it was time to instigate a meeting that would fully awaken Honor.
What would happen to Liza, though, she wondered, and Claire? They had sacrificed the peace they had deserved to find to protect Cat and Honor over the years.
The meeting was tomorrow night. She knew Graeme and Lobo had some meeting planned at the main estate and that would be the only chance she would have to slip from him. With any luck she would be back before he returned. She doubted that much luck was running around loose in her life, but she could hope, right?
At that thought, the sight of a shadow bounding over the eight-foot wall had her brows lifting in surprise. He’d made much better time than she’d anticipated.
She waited for him, knowing he would come to her. She’d heard the roar and the warning it carried. It dared anyone, anything, to face him in his rage.
Except his mate.
Except the woman still fighting to trust the man she was bound to.
“Where were you?” she asked as he prowled closer, his head lowered, amber eyes glittering beneath his lashes as the stripes shadowing his face highlighted the golden color.
“I didn’t go far . . .”
“Don’t play word games with me, Graeme,” she warned him.
Crossing her arms over the loose shirt she’d donned with a pair of snug shorts after he’d left house, she watched him closely.
“I had a meeting.” The snap of his teeth signified his battle to control the rage fueling him like gasoline on flames. “I was near. I won’t leave you unprotected.”
“I’m capable of protecting myself against most things.” She shrugged. “I don’t need a babysitter.”
“Until it comes to that damned paralytic?” he grunted. “You won’t be as susceptible to it again, though. The injection I gave you that night actually helps immunize against it.”
Her brows lifted. Now, that was some interesting information.
“Jonas aware you have that?” she asked, understanding more by the day the advances Graeme had made in so many areas of Breed genetics.
“He’s unaware, but that doesn’t mean he hasn’t been immunized.” The grin that tugged at the corners of his lips was pure amusement.
Within seconds the stripes disappeared from his face and the amber color of his eyes eased, returning to the wild, jungle green she so loved.
Loved.
Inhaling deeply, she shook her head at him. “You’re sneaky, Graeme.”
Broad shoulders lifted negligently. “What was it you said, everyone lies to Jonas?”
Lowering her arms to prop one on her hip, she rolled her eyes at the comment. “He’s like those overprotective fathers on television. The Breeds around him are terrified of his machinations and constantly on guard to ensure he doesn’t interfere in their lives. They call him the Mate Matcher behind his back because he’s always scheming to pair mates together.”
