Allegiance of Honor (Psy-Changeling #15) - Nalini Singh Page 0,105

or, as Nathan had pointed out, Trinity would be built on a foundation of exclusion rather than inclusion, negating the very reason it had been created. “I think the fact that Ming is too arrogant to ask again should make it easier.” No one else in the world was apt to incite this depth of negative reaction.

“We can fix any damage already done by making it clear that even when multiple current signatories have problems with an individual or a group, that individual or group will still be given a chance to prove their authenticity.”

Dorian was staring at Lucas. “I always knew you were tough, but you’re about to try to take on the wolves, the Arrows, the Forgotten, and God knows who else, all at once.” A sudden grin. “Forget brass balls. Those things are goddamn titanium!”

Laughter tore through the tension, and when Clay got up to make some coffee, Lucas asked for a double shot.

“Can you get me a glass of warm milk?” Mercy asked, then pointed a finger at a spluttering Dorian. “Not a word. I happen to have developed a taste for it.” A pause. “It’s weird.”

Nuzzling at her with the affection of a man who’d known her since they were children, Dorian said, “Dude, you’re growing tiny people inside you. You can be as weird as you like.” He rose to his feet as Mercy smiled. “I’ll get your milk.”

Only after everyone else was caffeinated did they return to pack business. Which happened to once again be connected to Trinity—but this time in a far less fraught way. One of the most basic tenets of the accord was that all parties could contact one another and open lines of communication existed for people across racial, pack, and family lines.

An unfortunate side effect had been a barrage of calls offering DarkRiver various “amazing” business “opportunities,” the offers made by Psy, humans, and changelings alike. Lucas had put Nate in charge of the flood because he not only had the most even temper of them all, he also had the experience to glean real opportunities from the dross.

“It’s died down a little,” Nate reported after retaking his seat, coffee in hand and the sleeves of his blue-and-red-checked shirt folded up. That shirt was clean except for a smear of purple near the collar where one of the twins had gotten jam on it while hugging him good-bye that morning.

“I’ve actually got two good ones to share.”

The first was from a tiny human company founded and run by a couple out of their own home. “Scratch-proof coating for wooden floors,” Nathan told them after introducing the founders. “They swore it’d work against changeling claws, so I had them send me a sample, put it on over a miraculously unscratched part of an upstairs room, then had the boys go to town on it.”

“I don’t have a cub,” Vaughn drawled, “but even I can tell that might not have been the best idea.”

Nathan grinned. “No, the twins understood this was a special treat. Any rampaging through the house and they’ll be facing their mother’s wrath.”

Saluting Nate with his coffee cup, Vaughn took the organizer the other man passed over, then moved to sit on Mercy’s other side. “Wouldn’t have expected a human company to come up with this,” he commented as he, Mercy, and Dorian studied the images on the organizer.

“Me either,” Nathan said, “but you can see it works. I tested it myself, too, to see how it held up against adult claws. Not a scratch.” He took a drink of his coffee before continuing. “I think we should set up a more in-depth talk with them, with an eye toward investing in the company.”

“Do it.” Lucas trusted Nathan’s judgment and if DarkRiver was going to continue to thrive, they had to be open to new partnerships and concepts. Because if Psy could be arrogant to the point of hobbling themselves, Sascha had made him realize that changelings had a parallel failing—a tendency to look inward.

Next, Nathan briefed them on the second possible investment opportunity, before Clay took over to talk about operational security matters. Then it was Dorian’s turn to update them on his hunt for the ship that had been meant to be Naya’s prison. That, of course, turned the mood angry again, as they all thought of what had almost happened.

“Look,” Mercy said afterward, her own anger a hot burn across her skin, “I know we have a ton on our minds and there’s all