Reaping Wind by Orlando A Sanchez

Author:Orlando A Sanchez [Sanchez, Orlando A]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Bitten Peaches Publishing
Published: 2019-08-18T04:00:00+00:00

TWENTY-ONE

Kathy led us to the other end of the reception area.

The space was done in minimalist art deco, with plenty of wood and stone surrounding the open area in the center. The subtle smell of citrus and fresh earth made me pause for a second until I noticed the vases filled with flowers on several of the wall stands.

Standing in the reception area surrounded by several women dressed like Kathy, and fielding questions in rapid-fire fashion, stood who I could only assume was Tessa. She smiled when she saw us, motioning for Kathy to approach. She turned to the circle of assistants around her and, with a word, dispatched them.

Tessa wore a black Armani pantsuit, which made her white hair seem to glow. She commanded the attention of those around her with a sense of ease and a subtle undercurrent of menace. She was slightly taller than I expected, standing nearly my height. She gave me a pleasant smile, and I remembered Monty’s words: even sharks smile before they rip you to shreds. Her piercing hazel eyes shimmered with violet power as we approached with Kathy in the lead.

“Tristan Montague,” she said, her smile transforming to a tight scowl a second later as she gave Monty a disapproving shake of her head. “What kind of fashion statement is this? Nouveau bomb victim?” She turned. “Kathy, is it?”

“Yes, ma’am?” Kathy answered as if she had been jolted.

“We do not allow our guests to wander the premises looking like victims of an explosion—even if they were victims of an explosion. Please have a set of clothing sorted for each.”

“Yes, ma’am, right away.”

“Oh, and Kathy?” Tessa added as the woman started moving away rapidly.

Kathy stopped in her tracks as if nailed to the floor. The actual maneuver was quite impressive—whatever material the soles of her shoes were made out of must have possessed traction beyond belief.

“Yes, ma’am?” Kathy asked with a slight quiver in her voice. “Anything else, ma’am?”

“Don’t let this happen again,” Tessa said, allowing some of her energy to fill the reception area. The surge of power made everyone around us immediately step away. “Do I make myself clear?”

“Absolutely, ma’am,” Kathy said, her face ashen. The tremor in the clipboard she held matched the shakiness in her voice. “It won’t happen again.”

“Good. We’ll be in my office. Have the clothes delivered to the guest suite.”

“Monty,” I muttered. “Maybe this is a mistake.”

“Mr. Strong,” Tessa said. “There are no mistakes or coincidences. You are here because you are meant to be here. Come.”

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