Finding The Lost Mystic Islan - Liberty Parker Page 0,4
have the authority to put down anyone who decides to go rogue.”
He nods in agreement. “I’m willing to help, sir.”
“I suspect before it’s all said and done, we’ll all be getting our hands dirty in one way or another.” Since there’s nothing more that I can do until Notty reports in, I give Dooly a wave and head back to my SUV. It’s time to get on the phone and see if I can find a few more resources to help me catch these criminally insane fuckers.
Vaughn
“So, what did you think of the new sheriff?” Shyla questions as we eat breakfast.
I roll my eyes at her but don’t answer. Hell, the minute I walked into his presence, my snow leopard started prancing around inside me. The little hussy has been yowling ever since like a bitch in heat, despite my repeated arguments with her that I do not have time for a mate. My work is too important to put aside right now. There are children who are being raised to become mindless soldiers in an army determined to overthrow the human world.
Humans who don’t know about us. They may suspect there is ‘something’ bizarre and extraordinary out there, but thankfully, supernaturals walk in every area of life and they’ve written fictionalized accounts of what humans think they’ve seen. With enough fictional lore out there, we’ve managed to stay under the proverbial radar for centuries.
The supernaturals who have gone rogue, however, will fuck that up. No more will we be safe to integrate in the human world so that we can protect them. Instead, we’ll be feared and likely hunted like wild animals.
“He was okay, I guess,” I finally reply.
“Girl, he’s mighty fine from what I hear,” she harrumphs with sass laced on her tongue.
“Where did you hear that?” I methodically question. I mean, we’re typically together most of the time, so the fact she heard something I don’t already know is maddening.
“Meadow over at the diner told me. She claims he comes in every morning that he’s on shift, gets breakfast and coffee, then heads out after he talks to the locals. Not that she’s interested in him or anything,” she hastily adds when I send a menacing glare at her.
“She’s a sweet kid.” Okay, kid is a loose term. I mean, unless our heads are separated from our bodies, we live very long lives. I’m about fifty or sixty years older than her. In fact, I used to babysit her when she was still young enough to need one. She comes across as a flirt, but she’s not. She’s just very friendly.
“Yeah, that she is. So, spill, Vaughn. I know you well enough to realize that something went down at that meeting,” Shyla insists, poking her finger in my face.
“Listen here, wench, poke me again and I’ll bite that digit off,” I warn. “Okay, fine,” I dramatically sigh. “He’s huge but not fat. I’d say muscularly burly. Yeah, that’s the term. Dark hair, intense eyes, deep voice. Satisfied?”
“What did your leopard spout out to you?” she asks, her tone full of suspicion.
“What makes you think that the hussy said anything?” I hastily counter. Yeah, because that’s not a suspicious sounding rebuttal.
“Because, like I said, I know you. The fact that you’ve been relatively mute other than to tell me what he’s doing to get us other resources to help find the kids is extremely telling in itself.”
“Why do you know me this well?” I fuss, tossing a biscuit loaded down with butter at her.
She wiggles her finger at me before saying, “Hmm, probably because we’re best friends and have been since our mothers were pregnant? We’ve spent thousands of hours together. Oh, I know what it is,” she singsongs, grinning at me.
“Okay, smartass, what is it?” I inquire with a nonchalant attitude.
“He’s your mate, isn’t he? That’s it! You found your mate. Hallelujah, let’s talk about sex, bay-bee,” she drawls out.
“Let’s not and say we did, okay?”
“Come on, Vaughn, where’s the fun in that?” she whines in a teeny-tiny, toddler-like voice. “I mean, you know how we both are, so it’s not like either one of us is doing anything since our animals are monogamous and tend to wait until they find their mate.” The disgusted tone in her voice has me giggling because she’s right. We’ve both dated, of course, but nothing serious since we knew going in that they weren’t our mates.
I decide to tease her a little bit. “Well, he reacted when he met me