The Dark Prince's Prize

Chapter 11-2

Paul Grove’s Ranch: Earth

“What’s wrong?” Arrow demanded, sliding into the chair in front of the vidcom.

Adalard scowled at his twin. “What makes you think there is something wrong?” he tersely responded.

Arrow raised an eyebrow and stared at him in silence. Adalard muttered a curse and sighed. His mind was not on his brother or the issue with his transport, but on Samara.

Arrow waved his hand at the screen then pointed at himself. “Twins—remember? Besides, you only get that twitch above your left eye when you feel out of control,” he answered with a grin.

“I don’t have a twitch,” he retorted even as he lifted a hand to his twitching brow. He sighed and sat back. “I’ve found my mate.”

“You—hold on,” Arrow sputtered as he choked on the sip he had just taken from his drink. He coughed and cleared his throat before gasping out, “You what?”

“I said I’ve found my mate,” he growled, sitting forward.

Arrow wiped his hand across his mouth. “I thought that was what you said. It must be a human. You’ve worked with every woman on board the Rayon I before. Who is she? What’s she like? What did it feel like? What symptoms did you have? Did you have any sensations of disorientation or nausea? Is she like Emma?” he excitedly questioned, then added, “I like Emma.”

Adalard shook his head and grimaced. “I said I found my mate, not some unknown disease! She is—different from Emma, but similar in some ways,” he reluctantly shared.

“What are the similarities and differences? Are they physical or mental? Are you able to connect with her the way Ha’ven can with Emma? Have you had s*x with her yet?” Arrow continued.

“Will you shut up with the questions? No, I haven’t had s*x with her. I only met her today,” he snapped.

Arrow shook his head. “Like that has ever stopped you before. How did she react to you?” he asked.

“Good… I guess,” he grudgingly said.

“You don’t sound too sure. What happened? I wonder if I would have the same reaction to her. You know, like the Twin Dragons. It could be possible that she is also my mate,” Arrow mused.

“Never!” Adalard snarled.

He wasn’t even aware of lashing out at his brother until his fist passed through the vidcom’s holographic image and struck the wall, leaving an impression in the wood paneling. He pulled his hand back and shook it.

Arrow stared at him with a thoughtful, excited expression. “Interesting, very interesting,” he murmured.

Adalard shook his head. “I’m not one of your experiments, Arrow. Enough about Samara for now, I have another issue that I need your devious brain for,” he grumbled, rubbing his bruised knuckles.

“Samara… I like that name,” Arrow said with a nod.

“Will you please focus? There is a device on my transport that is sucking the energy from me. What kind of device can do that, and how can I stop it from draining me so I can find the damn thing?” he snapped.

Arrow’s eyes widened with shock, and he leaned forward. “When did that happen? What were you doing when it first started? Damn, I wish I was there,” he groaned.

“I need to ask Mother if she dropped you on your head when you were a baby,” Adalard muttered.

“Ha-ha. Now give me every detail, and don’t leave the smallest thing out,” Arrow ordered.