Paxton stared evenly at him. “Should’ve paid attention to Tacitus. ‘They make a desert and call it peace,’” he quoted.
Drake smiled. “I quote myself, hybrid.”
A truck roared to a stop near the other vehicles to the north, and two soldiers jumped out, hurrying toward Drake. Paxton straightened.
Vero was the first to reach them. “What have you done?” the young soldier hissed, throwing up his arms and looking from Paxton to the lodge. “We just got word that you kidnapped Hope Kayrs-Kyllwood.”
“You can’t kidnap your own mate,” Drake said, looking at Vero and dismissing the other veryquiet soldier.
Paxton gave a short nod to that silent male, glad to see Hunter Kayrs still alive and in place. He was the king’s kid, who’d been undercover with the Kurjan nation for far too long. He’d even undergone surgery to make him look more like a Kurjan. Power emanated from him, and it was shocking that Drake couldn’t feel it. He and Vero both stood to about six foot six, which was short for Kurjans, but they were wide and incredibly fast. Pax would need help getting to Hope and helpingher to safety.
Hunter shook his head. “You just declared war, Drake.”
Drake turned on him. “Harold, you shouldn’t even be here. You should be, I don’t know, gathering roots and berries with the women. I’ve seen you fight.”
Actually, Drake hadn’t really seen Hunter fight. He obviously didn’tseeHunter.
Paxton started to formulate a plan.
Hunter flicked his gaze at him and then back. “This is crazy.”
Vero nodded vigorously. “I agree. If Hope is meant to be your mate, she will be, Drake. You didn’t haveto kidnap her.”
“There is no doubt my father allowed you too much time with the females. You’re soft, Vero. I should’ve kept Karma away from you.” Drake’s lip curled.
Vero’s chin lowered. “Karma was a kind female, and she taught me a lot. Especially that kindness and love don’t make you weak.” He glanced at Paxton. “Then she was taken by Benjamin Reese, a member of the Seven. He had better not be hurting her.” Fire glowed in hisodd blue eyes.
“He’s not,” Paxton said. “They’re mated and are about to have another kid. She’s happy and in love...and very safe.”
Vero’s expression didn’t change. “Good. For now, we need to figure out what to do with the Realm princess.”
“Hope will be my mate—she doesn’t have a choice about that,” Drake said slowly. “You two get back to your duties.”
“No,” Vero said, setting his stance.
Hunter steppedup to his side.
Paxton stiffened. He didn’t want to see either one ofthem get hurt.
“Where is the woman?” Hunter asked.
“It’s none of your business,” Drake said. “You’ll see her when she’s my queen.”
Hunter looked toward the lodge and back at Vero. “We can’t let him force a female tobe his queen.”
“Oh, she’ll make the choice,” Drake said, looking directly at Paxton. “I promise.”
“Why is that?” Paxton asked, his blood feeling as if biting ants were crawling through his veins.
Drake looked down at the white leather-bound book. “Because of this. Even now I can’t believe theypulled it off.”
“Pulled what off?” Vero asked.
For an answer, Drake handed them the book. “You might as well read it. The journal belonged to your father.”
Vero jerked. “My father kept a diary? I can barely remember him. He died when Iwas a toddler.”
Paxton thought through what he knew of the young soldier. Vero’s father, Talt, had been killed, leaving behind his two brothers, Dayne and Terre. Dayne had been the leader of the Kurjans, and Drake was his son. Terre had been a brutal soldier who’d died a while back. Terre had been the one to take in Vero, the poor sap. Drake and Vero, thus, were cousins.
