Apparently she has some kind of announcement to make.

What the hell was going on now, and why did Thorne have to be barking orders at this time of night? Besides, with Parisa tucked under his arm, he’d started getting a certain idea about just what they should be doing next … to celebrate their hard-won victory. “Come over to the Cave and bring Parisa with you.

When his phone buzzed, he almost didn’t answer it. You put the pressure on, you kept your window open, you made sure it happened. “We brought them home, out of slavery, out of certain death. ” Then she smiled even though tears flooded her eyes. She wiggled to free herself enough to look up at him. “I’m so proud of you” were the first words that left his lips. He couldn’t believe he was feeling like this-almost … happy.

He wrapped her up and a wave of something very close to his earlier sense of peace flowed through his chest. What do you know, his arms opened like automatic sliding doors. ”īut Parisa shook her head, chuckled, then walked toward him in a way that meant if he didn’t unfold his stubborn arms she was going to bang her head against them. “Are you kidding me? You’re mad because I hugged Jean-Pierre?” She looked at his arms, then up at his face, and rolled her eyes. She turned to face Medichi but he still had his arms crossed. One minute he’s hugging me and the next, poof, he’s gone. “I wish you boys would give a girl a warning. Medichi wasn’t surprised that a moment later, he released Parisa, then without a word lifted his arm and vanished. Maybe it was something that he saw on Medichi’s face, but Jean-Pierre flipped him off with Parisa still in his arms. He began to smile as though he realized what he was doing. He didn’t like that another man was touching his woman but the part of him that could think, that could recognize his warrior brother was hurting-well, that man crossed his arms over his chest, and hid his clenched fists beneath those arms. Earlier, at the villa, he’d almost gone mad when Jean-Pierre had dared to hug Parisa, but something in the expression of the warrior’s eyes, so full of pain as though he’d had his heart ripped from his chest, stopped him. Medichi felt the deep growl form in his throat, an ancient response he tried hard to control. “Thank you,” she said again, but before he could stop her, she slid an arm around his neck and hugged him. He turned toward her, his brow furrowed, eyes full of pain.

Wings of fire by caris roane