Chapter SEBASTIAN - Volunteering My Twin
SEBASTIAN
“Where the hell is Rhyers?” Deragan paced his rental. Running a hand through his black hair. “How’d they get so close without him knowing?”
“He can’t be everywhere all the time.” Bast reminded quietly. Understanding the Captain’s strain.
“I know that.” Deragan deflated. “I just hate when they make it so close to her. And I hate it even more that they know she’s here.”
“We’ll never be able to hide her. The Cimmerii can feel when she’s close.”
“I know.” Deragan turned again. His eyes on his polished boots. “I have to get closer to her. I have to get things set into motion so she has somewhere to go where we can protect her.”
“Are you thinking Rosewynn?”
Deragan turned and blinked at Bast. “It was hers, after all.”
“Of course, ’tis.” Bast nodded. “How will you get her to go?”
“The boy.”
“The Worthington Boy?”
“Yes. Radix is recruiting him, and he is trying to corner her. If I know my mate, like I think I do, if she’s a way out when she gets cornered, she’ll slide through it without a moment’s hesitation.”
Bast nodded at the wisdom of the plan as he took a seat. His elbows on the armrests.
“I just have to have it set it up, so she knows it’s there and she has a way to it. Without,” He declared loudly. “Making her feel pressed to go there at my hand.”
“So, what do you need?”
“A solicitor.”
“A legal man?” Bast blinked. “That isn’t a role I’d do well.”
“No. You can’t be serious long enough.”
Bast nodded. “This is true.”
“Then who?”
“I’d suggest My Brother. Somber, depressing, official and boring is a perfect role for him. He plays it daily.”
Deragan missed the humor in Bast’s insults, so intent was he on the plan he formulated. He nodded slowly in assent. “I’ll summon him.”
Bast steeped his fingertips before him. “Excellent.”
Alazareth will hate the part. A bit of play acting will do him good. Bast thought.
Perhaps lighten him up. He considered that a moment as he watched the Captain turning to commence pacing the other direction. Doubtful though.