Page 93 of The Bodyguard and the Alpha
“Transport, but no IDs.”
“All right, let’s work through this.” Marguerite pushed her chair back and began to pace the length of the conference room. “I presume the lawyers have no good news?” She framed it as a question and Luc shook his head. “Right. So we need to help Bastien get out and then we need to get him and Electra away,without the Council knowing where they are. At least until we can get this bullshit charge revoked.”
I swallowed my next mouthful of deliciousness before I added, “And I don’t want any of you to do anything illegal. Nothing that could give the Council reason for locking you up too. It won’t do any good for Bastien to get out if his family is arrested for helping him.”
“I think that helping a felon escape is illegal,” Simon commented mildly.
Well, that was true. I shrugged. “Then you need to be careful that no-one can identify you as the people who helped us.”
Given that Luc and, presumably Marguerite, were freaking ogres in Beast form, that was going to be difficult. They could still help us if they didn’t shift, of course, but I’d seen how much stronger Bastien was in Beast form.
“Actually…” said my sister. At some point, Luc had lifted her onto his lap. His parents didn’t bat an eye.
“Go ahead dear,” replied Marguerite, still pacing.
“What if Luc and Marguerite are very visible in their Beast form, outside the front of the prison? Rumours have started but nothing has been confirmed yet. We can use that. If you’re willing, that is.”
“What do you want us to do sweetheart?” Luc’s eyes were focused intently on my sister on his lap, his love plainly visible to anyone with eyes. One hand was wrapped protectively over her stomach. My eyes narrowed. It looked like my sister was holding out on me. “I don’t want you in danger and we might be needed to get through the walls.”
“Just listen,” said my sister, her tone one of fond exasperation. It sounded as though she and Luc had been arguing about this for some time. Luc mimed zipping his lips closed and throwing away the key. Simon snorted. “You and your mum could arrange a public press conference outside the prison.”
“Go on.” Marguerite had stopped pacing, and her intense two-coloured gaze was on my sister.
I thought I knew where this was going. “You ‘leak’ copies of my deposition in advance. I’ve put on record that I wanted him to bite me. You tell the public about the stunt Maximilian pulled with Silvio.”
Marguerite turned my way and smiled. “Ooh, I like it. Keep going.”
“The public will lap it up. Shifters so rarely share anything about their private lives, it will be a sensation.”
Caly smiled at me. We were on the same page. “Thousands of people will show up for the story. Then, while it’s being livestreamed you shift and—"
“Pandemonium!” we said together.
“Prison guards will be deployed to keep order. And in the meantime, we’ll use magic to conceal Bastien’s escape.” Simon nods. “Elegant.”
“I don’t like it,” Luc said, gripping my sister tightly.
“No,” said Marguerite, staring daggers at her husband.
“Give us a minute.” My sister smiled at me, unfazed.
“No problem.” I rose from the table and walked to the other end of the conference room. It was a good time for me to check in with Bastien anyway. If he could tell me what hewas planning, we could pre-prepare some magic. Like the tokens Simon had made for Luc’s team when they surrounded us at the cabin.
Honey, have you thought about how you’re going to get out?
Mmm. I like that. Do it again.
I was confused.What? Ask how you’re going to get out?
No baby. You called me honey. You’ve never done that before. Say it again.
A blush heated my cheeks. The term had come out so naturally I hadn’t noticed.
Honey.
Raw, primal sexual need pulsed down the bond.Gods yes. That’s so fucking good. I can’t wait until I’m deep inside your pussy and you’re screaming for me.
My nipples beaded inside my t-shirt and wetness pooled in my panties.Stop it. I’m with your family. Your mother will smell me.
