Page 30 of Veil of Shadows

Ronyn chuckled as he poured all of us mugs of coffee. “Ah, leave him be. He’s probably fucking the attitude out of her.”

“Shut up,” I snarled.

Ronyn slowly looked over at me. “You’re my Alpha, but I’m your commander general. Let’s put just a little more respect on those words next time.”

I was ready to pounce on the fucking man before Dom came bounding down the steps in nothing but a pair of his suit pants and a cheeky fucking smile.

“So,” he said as he jumped down the last few steps and landed at the bottom, “what’d I miss?”

Ronyn handed me a mug of coffee. “You smell like infatuation, Dom.”

He leaned against the wall as Ronyn handed him a mug of coffee, too. “You’re just jealous because she likes me more than she likes you.”

A low rumble rattled my ribcage. “Why don’t you come say that to my face?”

Then, Ronyn interjected. “She’s building an army.”

Dom’s head whipped toward the man. “What?”

I sipped my coffee. “An army, Dominic. She’s building one.”

His gaze crawled back to mine. “And you’re sure about that?”

“Sure as anything I’ve ever been sure of,” Ronyn said.

I made my way into Dom’s kitchen and leaned against the marble countertops. Dom always had expensive taste with the most useless shit. I mean, who the hell cared about what a kitchen countertop looked like?

Dom, that’s who.

I took a long drag from my hot coffee. “While you were here relaxing and throwing yourself around the house, apparently, Ronyn and I were interrogating that vampire?—”

“We fought,” Dom said.

“What?” Ronyn and I asked in unison.

Dom took a sip of his coffee. “We fought. That’s why the house looks the way it does. Damn near fought her off for half an hour before I managed to tie her down to the bed.”

Ronyn tilted his head. “How long did you spar with her?”

Dom shook his head. “Not spar. Fight. And she got me good in a couple of areas.”

It took me a second to respond. “But, she’s good now?”

Dom shrugged and sipped his coffee again. “As good as can be expected. She’s sleeping it off now.”

Ronyn cleared his throat. “We finally pulled out of that vamp that Delilah’s building an army to take over the human realm.”

“To what end?” Dom asked.

I downed the rest of my coffee, allowing the burn to scrape my throat before I spoke. “The working theory is that if they feel they can get a hold on the human community, it’ll be easier for them to come after other magical communities.”

“Namely, shifter communities,” Ronyn added.

Dom furrowed his brow. “I don’t know if I buy that.”

Ronyn looked over at me. “Told you he wouldn’t.”

I set my mug down in Dom’s kitchen sink. “All right, then. What do you think is going on? You know, since you were there?”

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