“When are you sending it?”
“My lawyer will be doing it shortly.”
“Is David still in Edinburgh?”
“Yes. I should thank their Alpha for keeping our High Priest safe and sound,” Brenda snickered.
“Do you honestly expect them to hand him over?”
“Not really, but I do think they will approach me with a counter proposal, probably offering money.”
“You won’t take it, will you?” asked Tyson, suddenly seeing his dreams vanish.
“Of course not, but it will be interesting to see how high they’ll go. While I’m dealing with that, I want you backin Edinburgh just in case there’s a chance to grab David from under their noses,” Brenda said, slapping her brother’s thigh before rising.
Not happy at leaving the warm weather behind, Tyson growled, “Why should we do that when the High Council will give him to us?”
“My dear brother, while their Alpha may not fight the Council enforcers, you can bet he will use every legal means possible to delay handing over David to me. Remember, possession is nine tenths of the law. If we have David, my lawyer said the High Council will consider the matter closed.”
Tyson looked up into the deep blue sky once more before standing. “Am I on my own this time?”
“No, silly. As soon as you land, my men will be ready to go. They’re completely loyal to me and have been briefed that you’re acting on my behalf…so you won’t have any problems.”
“Thanks, I’ll call when I have something to report,” Tyson said, before leaving his sister.
Brenda sat back in her chair, closing her eyes, feeling the tension ebb from her body. Now, with her plan finally in motion, it was a waiting game to see what the Alpha did. Smiling to herself, Brenda enjoyed being in the driver’s seat, confident she’d get David back, all because of an ancient law.Who would have guessed, all those free fucks I gave to my lawyer would pay off so spectacularly? Not me! Now, if only my little brother can handle his part.
A frown marred her forehead as she thought of Tyson; he wasn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer. It never mattered before because something like this came easily toMichael.Shit, why didn’t he wait in his attempt to kill me, at least until David was back here? Fucking greedy asshole! I wish I could have seen his face when Tyson told him he was my brother. You weren’t so damned smart getting yourself killed, were you, you fucking asshole.Snickering while picturing Michael’s last moments, Brenda rose and headed for her study to activate the bio-trackers and text instructions to the men waiting in Scotland.
Chapter 35
After explaining who David was and, more importantly, who he wasn’t, Logan heard his brother’s audible sigh of relief on the other end of the call.
“Thank the gods I listened to you,” Jackson said.
“Yes, and I will collect on that debt in the future but right now, I’m concerned about protecting David and Zane.”
“It would be easier to protect them here,” said Jackson.
“True, but David won’t go until his mother is free and Zane will support that decision. We need a plan to get his mother out of the clutches of this so-called High Priestess and do it as quickly as possible. What about Dylon? Would he be willing to come up with a plan?”
“You’re reading my mind,” said Jackson. “I planned on talking to him as soon as we hung up. I also want him to coordinate with Groose.”
“Good. I gotta go ‘cause everyone’s waiting for me. Talk to you later,” Logan said, and clicked off.
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Checking the incision site to make sure it was healing properly, Ian mentally cursed the jackass who inserted the bio-tracker so deep into David’s abdomen. It was a tricky operation and he had to carefully move organs in order to reach it. The surgeon who’d done the procedure knew his craft; it was expertly nestled deep in the folds of the small intestines—nevertheless it didn’t change his mind about considering filing a report about the unethical surgery.
Noticing David’s embarrassment when he’d undressed and donned a hospital gown, he’d chalked it up to shyness, that is, until he saw the many scars on his legs. Ignoring them to save David further stress, he helped his patient up and positioned him for the full body scan. Inside, though, his anger raged; he’d seen that type of scaring before—years and years of corporal punishment without permitting a shift, which would hasten healing. Essentially, sadistic torture.
Ian made a mental note to talk to David about what happened to him to make sure there weren’t any lingering emotional scars. His eyes moved to Zane, sitting next to David’s bed, holding his mate’s hand, lifting it to kiss every so often. Peeling back the bandage, Ian saw the incision knitting together nicely—it would soon be time for David to shift. He turned to Zane. “Everything looks good, so let’s get ready for a shift to finish the healing. Do you know if your mate will have a problem shifting in here? I’m asking because some wolves react badly to shifting in a confined space.”
“David doesn’t shift,” replied Zane.
Taken aback, Ian asked, “Why not?”
Sighing, Zane said, “David didn’t know he was a shifter until one day when his wolf forced a shift. It was so painful, David decided he’d never do it again. Now, the only time he shifts is when his wolf feels threatened.”
