And she’s not dressed in chains, though she’s certainly wearing a lot of gold. But she’s in some sort of black dress… and she’ssmiling. “Hello,” she says, her voice soft and sweet.
“This is my Omega acquisition,” Oros murmurs. “Otherwise known as Taliana, my new queen. I thought you would be interested in seeing her since I believe she’s part V-Clan wolf. But I’m not actually sure as her genetics are mixed.”
“Which is the point of our call,” Onyx goes on. “If you want to learn more about the infamous organization you mentioned, you need to look into Obsidian Sector.”
“That’s where Taliana is from,” Oros adds. “Her father brought her here for sanctuary and?—”
Onyx looks up sharply, as does Oros.
Then Onyx curses. “Excuse me” is all he says before disappearing in a cloud of silvery specs.
“Did Mari just…?” Taliana whispers, her voice carrying through the speakers.
“I think so.” Oros sounds amused. But then he clears his throat and looks at Cael. “Onyx is right about Obsidian Sector. We should talk more.”
“More than we are now?” Cael asks.
Oros smiles. “Let me rephrase—we should talk in person. You’re welcome any time,Prince Cael.” His gold eyes peer up at me through the screen. “You too, Grey.”
The screen goes black before either of us can reply and Cael releases a low growl. “Fucking dragons.”
“You don’t like games?” I ask, unable to help myself.
He turns slowly to glare up at me. “I don’t like games with dragons.”
“Seems to me that you and Oros might have a future together at a chess board,” I say conversationally. “Invite me to the match. I want to watch.”
“So you can cheer him on?” Cael guesses.
“Absolutely,” I reply.
Cael just shakes his head. “You’re a shit friend,” he accuses, his accent thickening.
“Pot meet kettle.”
He snorts. “Obsidian Sector?” he asks, abruptly changing the topic back to what the dragons said.
“The only thing I know about Obsidian Sector is that they enjoy hunting in the Nomad Lands of former day Europe.” I fold my arms. “But maybe we should go snooping.”
He nods. “I’ll talk to Dixon, see if he can help us map it out.”
His brother is good with technology and reconnaissance, so I agree with a dip of my chin. “In the interim, I’ll be withmyseer.”
I don’t give Cael a chance to comment, just shadow right back to the cave and find Ashlyn in the kitchen.
She shrieks upon seeing me and drops the pan in her hand. “You’re back?” She frowns. “Or you just finished the runes?”
I chuckle. “I’m already back from the meeting.”
She blinks at me like she’s confused. “But you were gone maybe twenty minutes?”
“It was a quick call,” I tell her. “Have you ever dreamt of Obsidian Sector?”
She simply gapes at me. “What?”
“The dragons said we need to look into Obsidian Sector and its links to the shadow organization organizing the Omega slave-trade.”
“Oh.” Her nose scrunches. “No. I honestly don’t know anything about Obsidian Sector, but I’ll consider it and see if I can find any links during my next vision.”
