Malakai (Stone Society #13) - Faith Gibson Page 0,87
who was watching their movements. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust his Clan to safeguard Josie, but he trusted his family more. The island was secure. The safest place for his love to be.
When Kai arrived at the airport and located Nikolas and Mason, Nik had a plane and pilot ready to go. The pilot turned out to be Lawton. Kai didn’t know all the Clan members as well as some, but he did know they each had pasts where one or more would have had the opportunity to learn to fly a plane. By the time they boarded, Frey and Jasper were the only ones to come with them. It took an hour before they were added to the queue for takeoff. While they were waiting, Kai asked Frey, “Did you hear back from Remy?”
Frey scrubbed a hand over his face. “Yes. He said Lachlan was as visibly shaken as were Hunter and Carter. Either he had nothing to do with the plane going down, or he’s an excellent actor. I called Julian and left him a message, telling him to get his ass to work. Since he didn’t answer, and I don’t know where his head is, we need someone watching the Unholy. I told Remy to leave Lachlan out of his cell for now.” Kai prayed Frey had made the right call.
Most of the Goyles had the ability to speak to their mates through their bond, and Kai took advantage of it. His beast had been checking in with Josie every so often, so Kai was aware of the situation. He leaned back in his seat and let his mind wander to the future. Past all the bad shit, to where they had their home rebuilt and there were little Samoan god babies running around.
Chapter Twenty-Two
As soon as they were in the air, Nikolas was out of his seat, pacing.
“Nik?” Frey reached out for his brother’s hand.
Nikolas didn’t pull away. He gripped Frey’s hand tighter. “Sophia… Lydia…” Nikolas choked back a sob.
“Is something wrong with my niece?”
“No. Sophia passed out during the whole pod-flying-through-the-air debacle. When she came to, she couldn’t feel the baby move, but Isabelle checked her over. As far as they both can tell, the baby’s fine, but…” Nikolas collapsed into the seat next to his older brother. Frey’s strong hand gripped Nikolas’s neck. Frey squeezed and rubbed the muscles, giving Nik his silent comfort while allowing Nik to regain his composure. “That was too close,” Nik whispered. He didn’t care if the others heard his anguish. They all came close to losing their mates, but he and Frey would have lost so much more. Dante too. Both Nik and Frey had unborn babies to worry about, and Nikolas knew if he’d lost Sophia and Lydia, he would have followed them in death. “While I was freaking the fuck out, my beast took over and spoke with Sophia’s. Her shifter promised mine it would never let anything happen to our child.”
“My beast was also talking to Josie,” Malakai said from across the aisle.
“Really?” Nik straightened and focused on the Samoan. “I’ve never heard of anyone else being able to communicate with the shifter. Is that because of the Auspice of Sevens?”
“Yes, but my beast prefers to call it a blessing, and I prefer curse. Other than the whole nearly dying incident when she and I first met, I have changed my tune. My shifter can speak to her when I’m focused on something else. Keeps us connected.”
“Is it wrong I’m glad mine can’t speak to Willow?” Mason asked, grinning. “I chalk it up to my age, but some of the things it thinks makes me cringe. I can’t imagine it telling Willow all the things it wants to do to her.”
Nikolas barked out a laugh. “Ooh, a dirty beast? Do tell us more.”
“Uh, no thank you. Didn’t you hear me say cringe?” Mason’s cheeks turned crimson.
Before Nik could give the young Goyle any more shit, Sophia’s beast popped into his mind.
We’re being rescued. The Coast Guard has Bryce and Karson safely aboard their boat, and now they’re trying to figure out next steps.
“The Coast Guard has arrived. Frey, what do you know about the pod? Can they somehow open it and get the mates to safety?”
“They can, but depending on the current, it might be better for them to either tow the pod behind them or lift it with a wench system onto the boat. Since I don’t know the size of their vessel…”