Adam’s brow wrinkled, and Felicity’s lips smoothed into an innocent smile.
Oh man. Daire shook his head, fought the urge to pull her hair again, and stalked toward the cockpit. A console desk was located to the left of the two witches flying the plane. He gave a head jerk to the co-pilot before sitting at the desk, turning on the monitor and dialing a call. As the call went through space, he drew headphones down over his ears and positioned the microphone closer to his mouth.
Vivienne Northcutt took shape before him. She’d pulled her dark hair back in a ponytail that could’ve been softened with some escaping curls. But not Aunt Viv. No curls and no softness. Dark red lipstick slashed across her mouth, and deep coal made up her dark eyes.
She was a looker, but a severe one.
“Aunt Viv,” he murmured.
She leaned toward the camera, her lips pursed. “I’ve heard a rumor you’ve become intimate with the demonness.”
He blinked slowly. “My personal life is irrelevant.”
Viv waved perfectly manicured nails. “Don’t be ridiculous. A mating between a Coven enforcer and the mother of the demon leader would be very advantageous for us. Talk about allies that remain allies.” Her eyes widened. “If you procreated, that’d be even better.”
“Then I’d better go fuck her silly,” he ground out before he could stop himself.
Viv paused and then rolled her eyes. “For goodness’ sake. Political matings have taken place for eons, and often they’re the ones where people seem to be the happiest. Stop being such a wimp.”
His shoulders went back. “Watch it, Auntie, or I’ll come up with an imminent threat and have to shut you down somewhere safe.” For an eternity.
She sighed, and quite possibly mouthed the word *, but he must have misread her. “Fine. Update me on the situation in Seattle.”
He gave a quick rundown of the recent human deaths as well as the known five shipments headed for Seattle. “No more attacks on witches that we know about.” The previous week, somebody had fired darts of Apollo into several witches in the area, who had died torturous deaths. “We think Titans of Fire is still distributing Apollo, and we intercepted an e-mail message about a week ago, but it was routed through several different servers all over the world, and we can’t trace the source.”
“Who was the message meant for?” Viv asked.
“Parker Monzelle. We took his phone when he was arrested again.”
Viv sat back. “I’m surprised that human is still alive, considering.”
Aye. Monzelle was actually Alexandra and Tori’s father, and he’d shot Alexandra not too long ago. The police had taken him away before Kellach could rip out his heart, and Daire wouldn’t be surprised if Kell still had a plan to rid his mate of Monzelle forever. “For now, Aunt Viv, Kellach is the closest to the leaders of the Titan’s of Fire MC, and he’s still in Dublin.”
Viv nodded. “Your point is well taken. I will send Kell and Alexandra back to Seattle tomorrow.”
Daire lifted an eyebrow. “Alexandra works for the Seattle Police Department, not the Coven Nine.”
Viv shrugged. “She’s mated to Kellach, which means she does work for us now. Or she will in a century or so, since she can’t very well stay in Seattle as the fact that she’s not aging becomes apparent.” She pursed her lips. “I like Alexandra, quite a bit, although she doesn’t seem taken with the idea of being immortal.”
Daire grinned. His brother’s mate was a paradox, to be sure. When a human mated a witch, the mating increased the human’s chromosomal pairs, leaving the mate immortal. Alexandra hadn’t quite wrapped her mind around that reality. “Aunt Viv, is there a movement to remove your daughter from the Coven Nine?”
Viv leaned away from the camera. “The political workings of the Nine are not an enforcer’s business.”
“I’m asking as Simone’s cousin,” he said simply.