Elder Jacob’s voice was a mere hiss when he spoke. “There’s always a fucking chance if she’s sexually active.”
The Mage began to bend over me, hands glowing. “I was only asking if she’s pregnant.”
“I…I don’t think she is,” Fergus answered gruffly after a moment, and a few seconds later he was bending next to me, running gentle fingers through my tangled, blood dried hair, staring down into my eye as the Mage began working, only feeling peace, and damn appreciative as disgusting bone cracking noises jarred the air. “How did you get caught?”
“Us,” Venclaire stated instantly. “She was trying to free Kincaid and me after we had been taken down. She could have run, but instead, she took down four—the four you killed—before a shit load of Com officers and MIA took her down.”
King Townsend asked in disbelief, “This little woman took down those four officers?”
Kincaid snorted. “She knew what the hell she was doing.” Snapped fingers. “She took them down like they were child’s play. If they hadn’t ganged up on her, fifteen-to-one, which it took them five minutes to take her down with that ratio, anyway, I’m guessing she would have cleared the room.” A pause, sounding awed. “She did it all without using her powers or her weapons. She was trying not to kill them, just incapacitate.”
“But, they did take her down,” Elder Jacobs growled quietly, and everyone shut up around us while the Mage continued his work. Dark eyes stared down into my one eye. “Taking on a room full of Com police and MIA officers—alone—wasn’t…well thought out, was it?”
I let my eye narrow the barest bit, not really appreciating him having this conversation—something I already knew now that I wasn’t reacting on instinct—in front of all these powerful people.
Yellow eyebrows rising the barest bit, speaking through gritted teeth. “I’ll save it for now.” More grinding of his teeth. “But, so help me, Ms. Farrow, we are having this fucking discussion again later.” Well…if the roles were reversed…I might not have had the willpower to hold back yelling at anyone for this kind of stupidity, so I closed my eye, and finally let drained sleep take me under, floating in a mist of magical peace.
Chapter Seven
Other than the quiet chew down that tragic night had afforded me courtesy of Elder Jacobs, then later, a much more held-in-check-rage one from Cain for the next three days, in which, he had rescheduled just as many meetings as Elder Jacobs had for them to rotate shifts, caring for me during King Hall hours. The Prodigies then taking over during the evenings while I recovered, it also afforded me a wonderful—not really—invite to King White’s house for a weekly dinner—by way of an actual old stationery letter in the mail—with the other Kings, Elders, and Prodigies. Honestly, I was surprised the Kings hadn’t paid me an actual personal visit sooner. In my opinion, the Kings had been either patiently waiting to see where our friendships were heading, which they found out when Fergus started offing MIA agents without giving a reason fast enough or had even more spies watching us than we knew about and were still searching into my background, trying to find something, anything, but nothing had come up, but whichever it was, I would find out in a few minutes.
Knocking on the door to the brick-fronted mansion, I smoothed down the simple black satin top and black flowing, casual skirt I had purchased, clutching my purse’s strap casually over my shoulder, and waited as a butler opened the door, showing me inside to a formal living room where everyone appeared to already be, except for King Samson and Nelson, both of whom hadn’t appeared to arrive yet.
I halted to a stop when an adorable little boy of about two ran at me, black hair flying about his tiny head, and he grabbed onto my skirt, yanking it a bit, just in case he hadn’t caught my attention. He stared up at me with big dark eyes, asking, “Wa’s you name?”
My brows lifted at the cutie, and I squatted even as I saw King Townsend, Elder Merrick, and Kincaid walking toward me, getting down on his level, holding out my hand to him, stating softly, “I’m Sadie.”
His slightly clammy tiny hand landed in mine, shaking it vigorously. “Sadie.” I nodded, and he grinned adorably, and then pointed at himself, stating proudly, “Dominic.”
I stared. Frozen for the barest moment, realizing this was Kincaid’s son. Queen Ruckler’s mate. The one who had passed away when he was only a Prodigy. My heart tore instantly, seeing such innocence in front of me, knowing he was going to die. A first for me in this time in the past.
And there was nothing I could do to stop it. I couldn’t alter time. Elder Farrar didn’t even have to tell me that before, the rule a must. I couldn’t warn anyone to save a life when the death was supposed to have happened. So, my voice was a little choked as I smiled a great big smile at this adorable child, and shook his tiny hand just as vigorously as he had mine, stating, “It’s truly a pleasure, Dominic.”
His grin turned shy, his appearance a bit bashful, peering up at his dad, now standing next to us. “Like her, Dad.” He pulled his hand out of mine, placing it on my cheek, still staring way up at his father with innocent eyes. “Pretty.”
My grin was a bit tearful at his precious son, realizing I probably resembled Queen Ruckler with my hair red as it was, and smaller features, seeing her mate had really been perfect for her even at a young age.
Kincaid made a choking noise, even as Elder Merrick and King Townsend chuckled softly, the King placing a hand down, helping me to stand graciously from my squat while Kincaid swooped down, lifting his son high into the air, making him squeal a bit in laughter, the sound sweet in the refined, hushed room of quiet talking, and he growled up at his son, his wolf entering his tone a bit, “Just wait, Dom,” more tickling in the air, earning more laughter, “one day you’ll meet a beautiful Shifter who will take your breath away.”
Dominic grinned at his dad as I saw a different side to Kincaid while he tucked his son in against his side on his hip, holding him in an unbreakable, safe embrace. Fergus came to stand next to me, tossing an arm over my shoulder, and placing a gentle kiss on the top of my head, a very brotherly-sisterly action after someone was hurt, but I watched Dominic place his head on his dad’s shoulder, his thumb tapping against his dad’s chest as he watched Fergus and I. His dark eyes narrowed a bit, and showing true courageousness, he jabbed a finger at Fergus’s face, stating sternly, “Be-have wi’s her.”
All five of us started chuckling at his protectiveness shining through, and Fi came by, squeezing my shoulder in hello before taking Dominic, murmuring, “Let’s go, little man, before you start telling Fergus how to brush his teeth next.”
Dominic’s forehead crinkled. “Brush teeth.” He stuck his tongue out in disgust. “Icky.”