Accidental Surrogate

Negotiations Sinclair I storm down the hallway on my way to the meeting, but I’m gratified to see Roger waiting there for me at the door, leaning against the wall. I nod to him, not breaking my stride, but he falls in with me as we head inside.

“So, what’d you bring?” Roger asks, his voice serious.

“What?” I ask, half turning to him in my confusion.

“To kill the prince,” Roger says, his face deadpan. “Like a gun, or something more dramatic like a morning star? Or are you just going to like, tear him limb from limb -” “Roger,” I sigh, shaking my head as I arrive at the head of the table but his face just breaks out into a grin.

“What is it?” our father asks, looking between us. I know that he can tell from my serious face that something’s up, and from Roger’s joking one that it’s well enough under control that we don’t need to take major action now.

“Don’t worry about it, dad,” І murmur, not wanting to get into it with the Atalaxian delegation already filtering into the room.

“Prince Calvin asked Ella on a date,” Roger says, leaning close so that dad can hear but speaking loud enough that I know what he said. I sigh deeply, grabbing a packet of papers off the desk and flipping idly through them, making a mental note to beat the crap out of my brother at the earliest opportunity.

“What?” dad says, looking at me with wide eyes.

“It’s not like that,” I growl, glaring at Roger. “Can we just drop it for now? We’ve got more important things to worry about.” Dad glares at Roger too, taking my side as the majority of the persons attending this meeting begin to take their seats. Roger laughs a little but comes around to my other side, sinking into the chair on my right while my father takes his place on my left. King Gabriel is here as an advisor on our side, ready to argue staunchly against war, as well as six other pack members from our territories.

My eyes scan the room, noting the presence of nine Atalaxian delegates with one empty chair.

Just as an aid begins to close the door, the final delegate appears: Prince Calvin, slipping into the room and heading for his chair without even looking at me.

I glare daggers at him, unable to help it, willing him to look at me, to face me.

he doesn’t raise

sigh, because I want him to look at me – I want him to know that I know what the hell he’s up to, even if Ella doesn’t see it, or pretends she

or a coward,

them for their presence. I express my sincere hopes that we can find a path to peace, stating that neither of our nations will truly benefit from a war. Then, with

likely hoped Xander would do something to give them a reason to push for it, and now that they’ve

to give

makes a lot of sense for them to want to go to

pockets and excellent military powers. Moon Valley is smaller, and while we have

think to myself, scowling

a wounded animal ready for Atalaxia to come in for a kill. While they’re pretending that they want this war because we’ve moved against them,

is to wipe our nation out, to annex this territory and all of its resources into

some truly awful ideas about gender and humanity; they would see it as a very personal victory to

teeth as I think about it, the warrior in me wanting to go to war, to wipe the Atalaxians off the face of

his people, and who knows that this nation has no where near the resources, currently, to take on

close – I squeeze my eyes shut for a moment as I realize that…that Rafe could even fight in this war, if it goes for as long as I think it could. That if I fail in these negotiations, I could be signing my own son’s death warrant

a deep

saw at the moonlight baptism we asked him

relief rushes through me at the thought and I send a prayer up to the Goddess, thanking her both for my brother and her insight, begging

the world in

over the table, who I find looking right at me for the first time. Because he has a son too – just