“Come on, dear. I haven’t bothered adorning it at all,” Xeon muttered.
“Why doesn’t that surprise me?”
“It didn’t seem necessary.” Coming to a sudden halt, Xeon cupped her face and stole a swift, frustrated kiss. Lifting his head, he met her startled gaze. “Until now.”
Her lips parted with a scathing statement, but before she could catch her breath, he was stepping into the Control Room and speaking to the neon-haired werewolf on patrol.
“We need transportation, asap.”
The warrior with his strange colour combination of hair shaved close to his head, and his large body covered with a variety of weapons, rose to his feet, clearly under orders to offer Xeon whatever he needed. “Follow me, alpha.”
Wryly marvelling at what Trevor would demand in compensation for his hospitality, Xeon foll
