Page 75 of Immortal By Morning
“Right. Good to know. I’ll tell Lucian that so he can pass it on to whoever does the hospital transfer.”
Abril nodded, but briefly wondered how Gina would handle his sudden reappearance. She’d no doubt be happy as hell, but then probably be determined to put the equivalent of a dog tag on him so that something like this couldn’t happen again. A gold dog tag, of course, engraved with his name, and her number to call in case of an emergency.
“Come on,” Crispin said abruptly, urging her toward the door. “Lucian is not the most patient of men.”
“Really?” she asked with dry amusement, but dragged her feet. “What does he want to talk to me about?”
“I presume he just wants to say goodbye and thank you for your hospitality while he and the boys were—”
Abril’s lips widened with amusement when he stopped. “You can’t even speak the lie, can you?”
“No,” he admitted on a sigh. “I have no idea what he wants. I cannot read him. But he will probably be a pain in the ass and rude.”
“Something to look forward to then,” Abril said sarcastically as she opened the office door.
Lucian was seated at the island when Abril and Crispin entered the kitchen. But Diane was no longer in the seat she’d been in since they’d captured her the night before. Roberts now sat there, and Diane now stood between Bricker and Decker who each had her by an arm. She looked as salty as could be and actually glared at her when she entered, as if the situation she found herself in was somehow Abril’s fault.
Frankly, Abril didn’t care what the woman thoughtor felt. She would just be relieved to see the back of her. She hadn’t managed to sleep a wink last night knowing the woman was here in the house, guarded or not. She was just so damned cold and evil. So, Abril ignored Diane and focused on Lucian instead.
“I hear you and the boys are leaving,” she commented.
“Yes. We have to take Mrs. Foley before the council for judgment. It is best to deal with it quickly.”
“What will happen to her?” she asked with curiosity.
“As I said, she will go before the council,” he repeated, and when she scowled at him impatiently, he rolled his eyes and added, “Then she will no doubt be staked and baked.”
“Staked and baked?” Abril asked incredulously. She had no idea what that meant, but suspected it was not good.
“She will be executed,” Crispin said solemnly, not bothering to explain the actual way it would happen, or what staked and baked meant exactly.
Abril suspected she didn’t want to know. It was enough that the woman would be eliminated. She had never been a big advocate of death sentences, but then this was the first time she’d encountered someone who was so evil and had killed so many people over the last twenty years.
Biting her tongue, she stepped out of the way when a gesture from Lucian had Decker and Bricker escorting Diane from the kitchen.
“Now,” Lucian said as soon as the trio had left the kitchen. Turning to Abril he raised one eyebrow. “Are you going to agree to be Crispin’s life mate? Or do we have to erase your memory and remove you from his presence?”
“Uncle,” Crispin growled in warning.
“It is better to know now and get it over with than to waste time on hope,” Lucian told him firmly, and then looked at Abril again and asked, “Well? Which will it be?”
Abril turned to Crispin to ask with disbelief, “Agree to be your life mate or they erase my memories and remove me from your presence? Seriously? Whatever happened to dating and stuff?”
Crispin opened his mouth to say something, but before a single word could leave his lips, Lucian said, “I am the one asking questions, little girl. And I expect an answer.”
Scowling, she rounded on the man. “You are a bossy prick, sticking his nose in where it doesn’t belong and I’m getting really tired of your high-handed bullshit. I mean, who the hell died and made you the lord and master?”
“Most of Atlantis,” he snapped back.
“Bricker is going to be seriously upset that he missed this,” Roberts murmured, sounding amused.
She thought Cassius might have cracked the briefest smile, but it was quickly gone and he merely grunted in agreement.
“Abril, sweetheart,” Crispin said soothingly, “Lucian is—”
“Lucian is tired, bored, and ready to go home to his beautiful life mate and children,” Lucian interjected, getting to his feet. “So, I shall save us all some time and tell you, Crispin, that she has already decided to be your life mate. I just wanted you to hear her say it. But since she has decided to be pissy...”
“I’vedecided to be pissy?” Abril asked with disbelief.
