I raise my eyebrows at the idiot, while Steel clenches his jaw.
“Aren’t you just here to help with Renwick? You said you’re a nomad MC, so I assume that means you’ll move on when you’re done.” She shrugs, still flipping through the pages. “If any of you decide you’d like to stay when everything is said and done, we can go from there. Okay. It looks like we still have three of the large homes available. They have six or seven bedrooms each. We also have some smaller homes where we can put some people. How many groups of people are we looking at?”
We all look at Goat, who flips to a page in his notebook. “It looks like we have six groups of two, five groups of three, two groups of four, and one group of five. That will be fourteen groups.”
“Oh, well, in that case, we can fit all of you into two of the houses—assuming you all want to be together.”
Steel chuckles. “If possible, we prefer if the officers have a place of their own. We’ll share the same home, but we try to stay out of the mayhem that is the main club.”
“Ahhh, okay. We can still make that work. So how many groups will that be? Two? Three?”
Dragon leans back in his chair. “Let the enforcers stay with the rest of them. That way, there’s someone there to keep an eye on them.”
Steel considers it for a moment before nodding. “Yeah, that’s a good call. So it’ll just be the five of us—me, Titan, and Blaze in one room with Dragon and Goat in another.”
Dalia’s eyes shoot up, her cheeks flushing slightly as her eyes rove over the three of us before she nods. “Okay. How close do you want to be to them? Two of the houses are close together,and I have a three-bedroom available about a ten-minute walk from there.”
“That sounds perfect. Thank you, Dalia.”
She flushes at Steel’s words, ducking her head. “It’s my job, but you’re welcome. Why don’t we head to the cafeteria, and then I can show you where you’ll be staying?”
“Sounds good. Do you think they left us any food?” Steel jokes.
“Oh, don’t worry about that. We have plenty. We can always make more if they’ve eaten everything.”
Steel’s face softens. “Don’t worry about it, baby girl. They won’t eat more than they need, and they’ll save food for us.”
“Oh. Okay. Well, that’s good then. Come on.” She leaves the binder sitting on the table, and we follow her outside.
Standing beside our bikes is the most beautiful black Arabian mare. She flicks her head, hair flying as she stomps her hooves, as she watches us approach.
“Seraphina, how did you get out of the stables?” Dalia asks, walking up to pet her head. “Did you know I needed you?”
Dragon’s eyes go wide. “A Kappi? How?”
Dalia turns to him with a frown. “What?”
“You called her Seraphina?” At Dalia’s nod, Dragon smiles. “This isn’t an ordinary horse. She’s a Kappi. They used to serve the valkyries. They would ride them onto the battlefield, and it’s been said that the Kappi would help choose the warriors to send to Valhalla. When the gods disappeared, the valkyries and their steeds did too. How did you come about her?”
“She appeared to me, along with my sisters’ horses. The three of them just walked up to us.”
“They chose you. You have been blessed—somehow, even with the gods gone, you were blessed.”
Dalia’s eyes dart toward us before returning to Dragon. “Oh, that’s interesting. Umm…shall we go?”
“Yeah, let’s go.” I climb onto my bike and start it up, keeping an eye on Seraphina to see how she reacts, but she doesn’t.
“Huh. I guess a Kappi would need to be steady around sounds since they were on battlefields,” Dalia says with a laugh as she climbs onto the horse. “Follow me.”
And follow her, we do.
CHAPTER NINE
Dalia
It takes almost two hours to get all the Headless Riders MC members settled into their new, albeit temporary, homes.
Then I lead the MC officers to the smaller house they’ll be sharing. This is one we built from scratch, and it’s typically meant for a family, but I don’t see a problem putting the five of them into the house.
