Special Forces 01 by Honor Raconteur

Author:Honor Raconteur [Raconteur, Honor]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: special forces 01
Publisher: Raconteur House
Published: 2012-12-13T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Anne ordered a complicated concoction with an obscene amount of chocolate in it. Rys went with something a little tamer, a sherbet blend that was sweet on the tongue, and a welcome relief to his overheated body.

They sat on a pair of high stools at the counter, contentedly ingesting sugar, and ignoring the sleepy teenager manning the small ice cream parlor. Rys was only half-way through the sherbet and wondering how he was going to finish the rest, when an incoming call buzzed through.

An ominous premonition descended on him as he coded the mental command to answer. This is Savar.

“Arystair!” There was no mistaking Jeremy Bloch’s voice. “Where are you? Brandon just came home with the most ridiculous sounding story I’ve ever heard.”

Rys groaned and buried his head in his hands. Yes, sir, I imagine that he did.

“What is it?” Anne asked in alarm, the spoon hovering in midair.

“Brandon went home carrying tales of his version of our night out on the town,” Rys answered succinctly.

“Oh. Crap.”

“Yeah, that covers it.” He was distracted from saying anything else by the Admiral’s response.

“You didn’t answer my question. Where are you?”

Fifth Street. I’m with Anne Dorian.

There was a long pause. “What on earth are you doing with Anne Dorian? Brandon made it sound like you stormed off into the country somewhere alone.”

Sir…your son is probably cutting out a story from a bolt of white cloth. The truth is…the truth is considerably uglier.

“I believe I knew that.” Jeremy’s voice was very grim. “Arystair, you need to get home quickly. Should I come to get you?”

No, Anne will bring me. And I think…I think she needs to be there for this. Not for anyone else’s sake, just for his. Sometimes, the only thing that felt sane to Rys these days was Anne.

“No problem, just come ASAP.”

I am on my way, sir. Rys cut the connection and turned his head. “Anne, we need to go.”

“I figured as much.” Immediately hopping off the stool, with one final bite of her ice cream, she led the way back outside to her car. “Do you just want me to drop you off?” she asked quietly, giving him the option.

“Negative. I would appreciate it if you would come inside with me.” he added softly, giving her the chance to dodge the approaching storm. “I’m not exactly sure…how this is going to go down. What can I say to them? This is going to be a major blow.”

She paused with her key in the ignition. “Are you afraid that they won’t believe you?” She sounded momentarily indignant.

“No, I am confident they will believe me. That is the problem.” The evidence that he could provide would be devastating. “But this…as much as Brandon can be a pain and a disappointment, he is still their son.”

“Not much of a son,” she mumbled to herself, starting the car up.

“Agreed,” he nodded, absently rubbing a hand over his neck.

The drive to the Bloch house was silent, they were both lost in their own thoughts.

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