Trystan Hawkes stretched an arm along the door and winked at her. You look as happy to see me as I am to see you, Princess. Whats up?
At the double-edged question, she hastily averted her eyes from the mysterious folds of the towel. Good thing she wore dark glasses. My father will see you now.
Not like this he wont. Come inside. Let me pull on some clothes. The maid brought me something to wear.
Ill wait out here.
In the hallway? Thats so security thug, which is not you. Seriously, come in and sit down. Ill dress in the bathroom. Wouldnt want to flash daddys little princess.
I am not daddys princess, she said, finding shed already followed him into the room. Lexi turned to face the door. Had she closed that? Alana is.
Yeah? he called from the bathroom. The door was open and steam misted out. Is that your sister? Think I saw her during the chaos last night.
Yes, shes Pretty, and attracted all the wolves eyes. Yes.
Then you must be daddys secret weapon.
I am What had he meant by that?
Stepping closer to the bathroom door, she drew in the spicy aroma from what she knew was the guest soap. Cloves and leather were her favorite scent. So manly, so Hell, what was she doing? She didnt have time for romancing a fantasy.
Turning her back to the door, she crossed her arms and hiked out a heel. She wore gray today, from boot to neck. It was easier to go monochromatic, because when she started to mix colors bad things happened and people stared. Attribute that to her eyes, she figured. And enough about that.
Yep, he put the sister out as bait, Tryst called from the bathroom, and keeps the smart one close by his side. Head of security, right?
Castle chatelaine is my official title.
Whats a chatelaine? Oh, wait, I think I heard a song about that once. Miss Chatelaine he sang.
She smiled at his rendition of the k.d. lang song, which she happened to like. The chatelaine oversees all the domestic business in the castle, such as the kitchen, and preparing and ordering food for meals. Stocks. Events and parties. I keep track of the accountant and lawyers. As well, I oversee security.
So you do it allyikes.
Trystan walked right into her. Lexi abruptly stood straight. Shed been leaning a little too far into the bathroom doorway. Just soaking up the scent she admired. Yes, that was it.
She adjusted her sunglasses, which hed nudged north when her forehead had bumped his chest. As her hand had pushed away from his abs she felt the rock-hard ridges and her fingers curled, wanting to touch a little longer. He burned her softly. How long could she hold her skin against his heat without igniting?
What are you looking for, Lexi?
I, er Indeed, what had her fingers wanted to grasp, as if a lifeline she desperately needed? She crossed the room swiftly and grabbed the door handle. You ready?
He shook out his hair. Bending, he fluffed it a bit before the mirror, which managed to tousle it more messily. But he seemed happy with it, because he nodded at the mirror and winked.
The man and his winks! It wasnt a flirtatious move. It was more of a tic. Or some kind of code for arrogant overcompensation?
Lexi tucked her head down to smirk, and noticed a streak of water darkened the front of her gray slacks. Shed gotten too close. What was that about? Keeping her personal boundariesabout five feet of distance from others at all timeshad become like breathing to her, and to all in the castle. Everyone knew to walk a wide circle around her. When had those boundaries become so permeable?
Youre all about blending in, arent you? the wolf asked as he pulled a soft blue sweater over his head and tugged it to cover the abs she wanted to lose a few hours observing. The sweater, perhaps a size too small, conformed to his structure, making him appear even more naked. And the blue really captured his blue eyes and made them dazzle even more. Dressing in one color so you dont stand out. Though wearing sunglasses inside is pushing it.
My, arent you Mr. Blackwell? Coming from a man who wears camo pants and a blazing blue sweater. Who taught you to dress?
Its what the maid brought me. Though I do like this sweater. He slapped his abs and gave them a rub. Its soft. Is this cashmere?
Lexi bit her lip to keep from saying it wasnt soft at all but incredibly hard. Her mouth curled, but not up. He was just too much. Too there. Too in her face. Too gregarious. Powerful. Honorable to a fault. Yes, appealing in a way shed never thought a man could appeal. Or was it that shed never taken a moment to consider a mans charm?
Lets go. She opened the door and marched down the hallway, expecting him to follow, and hopefully not like the gushy, bouncy puppy he had a tendency to emulate.
The werewolf princess wanted him. She hadnt been able to keep her eyes off him, and she had almost snuck into the bathroom while hed been changing. How much did that rock?
The woman was not as cold as she led others to believe.
He suspected she wasnt aware of her sensual side, something he was very tapped into, according to his former lovers. The Princess of Cool hid behind the pressed, exact clothing, those mirrored sunglasses and an icy demeanor. He bet she never wore jewels like the sister hed gotten a glimpse of last night. Too flashy, that blonde chick. And spike heels in a castle surrounded by snow? So wrong. Lexi Connor sparkled without unnecessary adornment.
Like right now, she moved as if carried by a graceful yet urgent wind. Her strides were sure but quiet, as they took a curving hallway that spiraled into the narrow south tower.
This is like some kind of old castle, Tryst commented. So authentic.
Built in the fifteenth century by a former financial minster to King Charles II.
And surrounded by perfect powder for skiing. I love this place. Its tight! You live here all your life?
Yes, I was born here.
So whats up with your father? My dad didnt tell me a lot. He was in too much of a hurry to send me on my way here after getting the call from the packs witch. Whats that about?
Natalie is our doctor and shes a witch.
Cool. A real witch doctor.
Ive had a medical doctor summoned from Paris to help with the wounded and assess my fathers condition. He should arrive this afternoon if the helicopter can land.
She paused before a double door fashioned from rich, varnished oak and studded with metal nail heads much like a medieval castle door. The principal is under the weather. Natalie isnt sure what it is, but his health is declining.
She looked aside and Tryst sensed her unease talking about it. Must be hard for her, virtually running the castle, and having a sick father to worry about. And now the avalanche? The woman exuded strength and endurance, yet she appeared to be losing some steam.
And Ill warn you not to press him about his health. Keep your conversation strictly business, or Ill see that youre removed from the castle.
Good luck with that. A guy cant even walk through the front door, let alone be removed. But I suspect well get the snow dug away from the storage shed today so we can use the snowplow. I need to get outside to help find that last man. How long is this going to take?
I have no idea. Im as surprised as you my father wants to see you again after you were so quick with him last night.
I intend to apologize to him for that, Princess.
My name is
I know. He pressed a hand to the door above her shoulder. Alexis, the cool, calm beauty who wont show anyone her eyes because that kind of connection would be too intimate.
She gaped.
Guess I hit that one right on the nail, eh? he said. But I prefer Lexi, the smart, cautious chick who is going to break down sooner rather than later and give me a big warm smile.
Her gaping mouth shut and her brows curved downward. About as opposite a smile as she could manage.
He wouldnt stop working on her. He knew a smile lived somewhere behind those blue mirrored lenses.
Take me to your leader, he said with only a modicum of seriousness.
With a perceived roll of her eyes, she pressed a digital combination on the door lock and walked inside the room, announcing her arrival as she did so, Father, Ive brought Monsieur Hawkes to see you.
They passed through the meeting room. The long, polished conference table stretched ten feet before the two-story windows on the far side. A few leather couches sat near the entrance, and a massive field-stone fireplace occupied the entire wall to Trysts left. A video conferencing system sat in the middle of the table.
Medieval castle meets hi-tech office. He liked it.
Lexi had disappeared through a side door, which she had left open, but Tryst hung back. Nerves made him shake loose fists near his thighs. He never got nervous. Fear had been beaten out of him in his teenage years. But the place intimidated him. He stood within the inner sanctum of a pack principleand only last night he may have offended him.
Hed always wondered what it would be like to live within a pack. To live under their rules and society. To have a leader to look up to, and to follow a specific hierarchy that placed each and every wolf in rank.
Growing up with his mother and father, hed not had anything resembling a pack. Theyd treated Trystan as if he were a werewolf from birth, because Rhys had said he just knew. A child born with mixed heritage never really knew what he would become until puberty. Trystan had always related to his fathers gentle werewolf side anyway. Yet heaven forbid, he should ever reveal his paternity. Pack Alpine would make mincemeat out of him.
Worse yet, if they knew his mother was a blood-born vampire, hed never get out of this castle in one piece. Sure, wolves and vamps worldwide stood on reasonably peaceable terms, but theyd never seen eye to eye. Make that eye to fang. Tryst had learned to be leery around vamp-hating wolves. Hell, he may have a bit of prejudice toward longtooths themselves, but that was changing after meeting his half brother, Vaillant, last year. Vaillant was a blood-born vampire, as well.
Strange family ties.
Enter.
At the monotone invitation, Tryst assumed a more menial posture of slightly bowed head and lax shoulders as he entered Principal Connors private quarters.
The massive bedroom boasted a four-poster bed clothed in dark browns and blacks. The walls and floors were stone, and medieval-looking tapestry rugs had been scattered here and there. An enormous HD television hung on one wall between a moose head and what appeared to be a boar head sporting massive tusks. Tryst was not keen on killing wildlife, and he kept a cringe to himself.
Over by the windowed wall, Tryst saw the man seated on the overwide windowsill. Sunlight beamed across his figure so he couldnt make out an expression or posture, and a plaid blanket had been spread over his lap.
Now his good judgment snapped to the fore, and, as his father had directed him, Tryst went down on one knee and bowed his head, offering a respectful greeting. Principal Connor, its a pleasure to meet you. Again. Thank you for your hospitality. Please accept my apologies for being so brisk with you last night. I was more worried about finding the men lost in the snow than protocol.
He doesnt seem so unruly, Alexis. The principal directed the words at his daughter, and then to Tryst he said, I forgive you only because my daughter has told me of your relentless quest to help find my pack members. Have they all been accounted for?
Tryst looked to Lexi, who he expected would have the tally.
Still one missing, she offered. Sandra. Liam believes she was running out on the track right before the avalanche.
A female, the principal said with cheerless calm. And so young. I had just approved her engagement to Vincent. That is unfortunate.
Tryst felt the old wolfs grief. Losing a femalehell, anyonewas a tragedy. And shed obviously been ready to start a new life with marriage to the scion, probably eager to have kids, and build the pack. Both would be counted as a great loss.
He shouldnt be here. He could be doing more good outside than on his knees.
Come, have a seat over here, the principal said to Trystan. The sun is high and bright this morning. I love the rare winter sun.
Casting Lexi a raised browhad the principal earlier referred to him as unruly?Tryst accepted the invitation and sat across from the principal on the easy chair covered in what may have been pony hide. The rough hide felt nasty under his palms, so he fisted his hands on his thighs.
The principal was not old, and should not appear old, for wolves lived a good three centuries, aging slowly and gracefully, as was Rhys. He looked a little pale, though his smile felt warm and Trysts apprehensions sluiced away.
As much as I would love the chat, Principal Connor, I feel compelled to head outside and join the search. But if youd allow me my curiosity, can I ask what it was I delivered to you last night?
Your father didnt tell you?
The mission to bring it here was so urgent, he slapped the case in my hands and sent me off. I know only it was an elixir of some sort.
Alexis.
The principals daughter stepped in and took the case from the table by the bed, gently setting it on her fathers lap.
The principal held up a vial of violet liquid in the beam of winter sunlight. Wolfsbane.
Wolfsbane? Tryst shoved backward and his boots scraped across the stone floor loudly. He ignored Lexis reprimanding glance. Can I ask why you requested something from Hawkes Associates that could bring your death, Principal Connor?
The elder wolf tilted the vial in observation. Ive had this stored with Hawkes Associates since the turn of the twentieth century. You just returned it to me. A gift from a warlock who warned me someday what could cause me harm may also bring me good. Wolfsbane can bring a werewolf death or, if administered in the proper dose, give life. Or so one can hope.
He handed the vial to his daughter, who took it in her gloved hand and went to place it on the bedroom vanity.
You have a need for either? Tryst questioned.
Youre very bold, boy. Always a detriment to those wolves not raised in a pack.
Forgive me. Im trying. Pack life fascinates me, but there is much I have to learn.
It isnt your fault you were denied the pack experience. I know your father well. Edmonton tilted his head in that same assessing manner Lexi had when theyd first met. Tryst had been weighed and measured far too many times to even flinch. You hold a dangerous secret, boy.