Chapter Seven
Meikah repeated Rafe’s suggestion and waited for Kellan’s answer. When he slowly nodded, she began to think it was a possibility.
“I’ll give you until nine,” Flint said. “You take longer than that and I leave.”
“That’s only an hour. We’ll need longer than that,” Livia protested.
Flint shrugged. “You’re Assassins Of The Dead. You should be ready to go at a moment’s notice.”
“They would be ready if it wasn’t for needing a cover story.” Danton stood near the table, his arms crossed over his broad chest.
Kellan turned to Livia. “Grab me parchment and writing implements.”
“Get it yourself.”
“Livia.” Danton’s tone was mild, but it was enough to get the shapeshifter moving, muttering under her breath as she left the kitchen, brushing past Meikah.
“Two hours,” Kellan said to
