She blinked. “I like that we have a choice these days.”
Yet how much easier would it be if they didn’t? The mutated virus could negate matings, and he wasn’t sure he liked the new ways. “I’m kinda’ all in or all out, baby.” He didn’t know how else to put it to her. If they were going to make a go of it, there was no out clause.
Her eyes widened, sparkling like onyx jewels. “You want a decision on forever right now and this quickly?”
Aye. If he was going to give it a shot, he wanted to know she was, too. “It’s how I work.”
She snorted. “You’re going to have to learn how I work, Enforcer.”
“I do know.” He needed to learn some finesse, and he might as well start now. “I don’t mean to pressure you.”
“I’m not feeling pressured.” She stretched her neck and rolled out her healed shoulder. “I just, ah, need time to think.”
He smiled. The woman who seemed perfectly comfortable jumping right into any dangerous situation needed time to think about being mated to him.
The plane started its decline, and he motioned for her to take a seat and buckle in. She did so and added an impressive eye roll. The rainy Seattle weather jostled the plane around, but finally, they touched the ground. The pilots hit the brakes, and within minutes had driven inside a private hangar.
Daire unbuckled and reached the door first, pushing the button to open it and unfold the stairs. He loped down them and held out a hand to help Felicity.
She jogged down and shivered. “Seattle is always chillier than I think it’s going to be.”
Daire nodded. “We’ll get you a jacket.” Their car must be right outside the door.
His nape tickled. A scent wafted on the breeze. He turned and set Felicity back on the stairs. “Get back into the plane. Now.”
She turned, confusion crossing her face.
Men in black poured in the large open door of the terminal, guns out, wearing masks. Daire planted his body between the stairs and the soldiers. “Get back inside,” he ordered under his breath, his hands up.
The soldiers secured the area, taking posts all around. The nearest one stalked up and ripped off his mask.
Ah, hell.
“Zane!” Felicity pushed past Daire and barreled into her eldest’s arms. “What in the world are you doing here with guns?”
The leader of the demon nation smoothly set his mother behind him. Zane Kyllwood was six and a half feet of muscled killing machine. His eyes were green, his hair black, and his face scarred down the jaw.
“Give me one good reason not to cut off your head right now,” Zane said.
Daire bit back a sharp retort.
Zane leaned in, and the men around them tensed. Make that the demons around them. “You take my mother to the Caymans to rob a fucking bank?”
Daire kept silent.
Felicity slid to the side and shoved her son in the ribs. “You mind your manners.”
Zane blinked.
Daire fought a chuckle.
“Mom, please let me handle this,” Zane said.
Felicity shook her head. “The bank robbery was my idea. Daire just came along and wouldn’t leave.”
Zane glanced down at her. “Don’t try to cover for him.”
“Nobody has to cover for me,” Daire said, more than a little curious. Felicity barely reached Zane’s shoulder. How in the world had the petite woman birthed three such hulking sons? “The bank robbery was my fault.” He should’ve put the brakes on the entire affair and not allowed Felicity to join in. “But I have to admit, your mom can create a hell of a good plan.”
Zane’s eyes flashed black through the green. “She was injured.”
Man, the kid had great Intel. He must’ve already gotten the videos of the robberies. “How did you know it was her?”
Zane cut him a hard look. “Once I figured out she wasn’t on a cruise, thanks to Nicholai, it wasn’t that hard to track her down . . . and watch her get shot.”
“Aye. Her injury is on me.”
Felicity scoffed. “Don’t be silly. It was one little bullet.”
Zane paled. “One bullet is all it might take.”