Den of Mercenaries_Volume One by London Miller

Author:London Miller [Miller, London]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: LM Books, LLC
Published: 2018-06-06T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 5

“It’s not often you put your foot in your mouth, Nix. I thought they trained you better than that,” Aidra pondered aloud while Kit walked to his office after seeing Luna to her room.

Luna.

There weren’t many complications Kit faced that he couldn’t overcome, that was one of his specialties, but he could already see that she was going to be one.

After his blunder at dinner, he hadn’t expected Fang—one of the Wild Bunch—to find him, letting him know with an amused sort of smile that the girl had hopped over her balcony, and taken off.

She had to have known she wouldn’t get far, not with the tracker affixed to her leg.

“Where did you find her, exactly?” Aidra asked.

Tone clipped, Kit responded, “I didn’t. Tăcut did. She was nearly to the tree line when he saw her.”

“Do you think she was running?”

Even if she wanted to, there had been no point in trying, not when Uilleam had put a tracker on her, and he had guards around constantly. She had to have known she wouldn’t get very far, but Kit didn’t think she was trying to run.

She hadn’t fought when Tăcut caught her, nor did she fight him in coming back into the house.

Luna had needed a moment, he understood that all too well.

Back in Wales, living under the hospitality of a tyrant, Kit had longed for quiet moments where he could get lost in his own thoughts without worry that his time was limited before someone came to hurt him.

Sometimes, those moments had been the worst, especially when that hope for it was crushed the moment he heard excited voices outside his bedroom.

There were still times now that he had to go off on his own to remind himself of who he was rather than who he’d been.

Sometimes, those were the moments he lived for.

“She wouldn’t have gotten far if she was,” he said.

Never mind that he had enough security out there to man a small army, but those woods were treacherous, and she hadn't even worn shoes.

“Still, you haven't told me who the girl is.”

“Because even I’m not sure who she is.”

Or her purpose.

His conversation with Uilleam before his brother had left as quickly as he’d come hadn’t shed much light on the girl’s origins either.

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