“I’m sorry, Lucian. You’re right. I’m glad I’m not you and I’ve never had to live your life or make your decisions. Mine have been difficult enough.” She rested a hand on his arm. “Really, I mean it.”
“You do not have to apologize to me, Jaxon. We are making tough decisions very quickly that affect more than just our lives. I know this is difficult for you, and, after all, you still do not know me so very well.”
Only some time later did Jaxon realize that Lucian had not given her any of the information she had requested. She still had no idea why the three men had invaded their home or what they wanted. Or what Lucian had really done to handle the situation.
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Chapter Thirteen
Lucian took care of the wolves first, helping Antonio crate them and ready them for travel. With his calming touch, the wolves were quite willing to take a trip back to the wilderness, into the Canadian forests. Lucian appeared unhurried as he carefully prepared each animal, paying special attention to the alpha pair. He looked deep into their eyes, exchanging something wild and primitive Jaxon was certain she would never understand but thought extremely beautiful. Tears formed in her eyes as she watched how gentle he was with the animals. Lucian continually astounded her.
As they watched the truck pull away from the estate, Jaxon reached for his hand, experiencing a sense of sadness watching the creatures go. They belonged with Lucian. Wild and untamed. “You wouldn’t have to send them away from you if you weren’t with me.”
At once Lucian’s entire attention centered on her. He bent his dark hair over her blond, one arm curving around her small waist. “You are my life, the only one who matters to me. I can live without the wolves. I can live without my people and outside my homeland, but I cannot live without you. This was our decision together. We are not leaving our home for all time, rather taking a small working vacation. The wolves would be uneasy outside their natural environment without me. If someone else should try to poison them and I was not here to advise them properly, some of the young ones might eat the tainted meat.”
Her dark brown gaze moved over his face. “Those men fed the wolves poison?”
He tugged at her hand to get her walking beside him toward the long white limousine. “Actually, yes, they did.”
Antonio handed her into the car. She smiled up at him rather absently, turning over the information in her mind. “And you let them go? That doesn’t sound like you. Where are we going? We aren’t taking this monstrosity wherever we’re going, are we? I own a little car. It gets great mileage,” she added hopefully.
Lucian leaned toward her and whispered softly in her ear. “We do not need a car when we leave, angel. We are simply drawing attention to ourselves for the moment.”
A small smile found its way to her mouth. “This car definitely draws attention.”
“Is that not the idea? Tyler Drake will know we are leaving. That is imperative. And the undead must be aware of our every move.”
“But are we actually taking this limo all the way to our destination, which, by the way, I haven’t been told? Do you even know it for certain?”
The car was moving with silent swiftness through the streets toward the police station. “I own property up on the border between Washington and Canada. We will be able to set up housekeeping there with no problem.”
Jaxon shook her head but refrained from pointing out that she had misgivings about being in the wilderness with Tyler Drake hunting them. They had already discussed it. She knew Lucian believed Drake would be easily handled, but he didn’t realize the extent of Drake’s training. Tyler Drake was human, but he was an extraordinary human. And the only thing that now mattered to Drake was likely killing Lucian. It would be impossible in hand-to-hand combat, but not from a distance. She believed Drake capable of killing from a very long distance—much longer than Lucian might suppose. Drake was an excellent shot and equally adept at making remote-controlled bombs.