Page 87 of The Crownless King
He was going down to dinner when Lucas touched his mind. He tilted his head and waited on his friend to speak.
‘Meet me in the throne room,’Lucas said.
There was excitement in his tone and Levi changed directions immediately, curiosity propelling him. He beat Lucas there, settling into his chair a few moments before his friend busted through the door, dragging a mage behind him with one hand and a canvas bag in the other. Lucas dropped the male, kicking him in the back of the head. The whimpering mage tucked into a ball at his enforcer’s feet.
“I caught him meeting with some Buru,” Lucas growled. He threw down the bag he was holding and a head fell out. It was Hale, the young vampire from the other coven. “He was also there. I been wanting to knock his head off since our meeting.”
Shock went through Levi before a smile tilted his lips. Finally! He knew following the male would give them information, but he hadn’t expected it to pay off so well.
“I talked to Deonte already, so Hale’s death won’t cause a war between our covens.” Lucas walked over and handed him a few pages of documentation. “This fuck ass mage was giving the Buru information about the borders around the South.”
Levi scanned it, fury making his gums ache. There were schedules of border patrols that protected the zones north of Black Hollow. It noted where the guards were heavier and outlined where the Buru could slip through patrol. Treasonous shit.
Questioning the male would not yield the results Levi wanted, so instead, he reached out to Sebastian.
‘Yeah, boss?’his best friend answered immediately.
Through their bond, Levi filled him in on what they had just learned. Bas growled and entered his throne room, his gaze going to the traitor on the floor.
“Who does he work for?” Bas asked.
“Instead of questioning him ourselves, call the Collective together. Here,” Levi ordered.
Sebastian smiled and nodded, leaving them to do his bidding. Contacting his other enforcers, Levi instructed them to pick up Amaya. He alerted Bronx that they would be arriving and to pull his mate from work now. He looked down at the joggers and black t-shirt he wore.
“Lucas, let’s get dressed for our company.”
His friend smiled and, using his power, knocked out their prisoner. He wouldn’t be going anywhere. Half an hour later, his mate joined him in their bedroom closet.
“Why did you pull me out of work early? What’s going on?” she asked, her eyes heating as she got a look at him. “Where you going?”
“We have guests arriving in…” He glanced down at his Patek. “Twenty minutes.”
“Guests?” She looked down at the houndstooth slacks she had on, tugging at the maroon tank top she wore with it. “I need to change.”
“You’re fine, love,” he told her, but she rushed to her side of the closet anyway.
He wore a simple black knit shirt with slacks of the same color. He didn’t do too much. His Cuban link and Patek completed his look, the chain of the pocket watch his baby got him dangling from his belt loop. He slid his gold fangs over his teeth and mugged the mirror. He was ready and a zing of excitement hit him.
Amaya came over to his side. She’d exchanged her tank top for a black button-down shirt. It was unbuttoned to the top of her bra and cinched at her waist. Wide-legged slacks in dark gray conformed to her ample hips. God damnit, his mate was fine as fuck. She’d added the matching chain to his and he smiled, pulling her into his arms.
“You trying to match your man, baby doll?”
“When we step, we step together,” she murmured against his lips.
He deepened her kiss, slipping his tongue into her mouth. Amaya greedily sucked on his tongue and Levi wished they had time for him to exchange it for his dick.
She pulled back, her eyes low with lust. “Behave.”
“How I’m ‘posed to do that when you looking how you look?” he asked, spinning her and slapping her on the ass.
Amaya sent him a coy look over her shoulder.
“Let’s get out of here before I say fuck our guests.”
She chuckled and left the closet in front of him, waiting for him at the door of their bedroom. “Who’s our company?”
“The Collective.”
