He nodded, “good, come on then. I want you to meet the council.”
I didn’t have time to be nervous before Marco had led me to the table from the other night and sat me on his knee, my smile serene as he ran a hand up and down my bare back.
“Who is this Marco?” A dark almost clinical voice asked. I moved my gaze from his to a pair of dark eyes from across the table. The man sitting there was handsome, but there was a distinct coldness to him that made me a bit uncomfortable.
“This is my flight’s mate, Maya,” he responded cooly as Henry sat down. I wondered where Atlas was briefly.
“Your mate?” Another man responded sharply. This man had pale blonde hair and orange colored skin which was very unique looking.
“So I guess no more playtime then?” A female voice asked in a husky tone. I froze because I somehow knew exactly what she was insinuating. Instead of getting worked up, I simply leaned into Marco and met her pale gray eyes with a small smile. I didn’t even realize Marco was growling until Henry spoke.
“Councilwoman Anna,” Henry clipped, “you know as well as everyone here, Marco hasn’t touched you. Ever. If you’re going to be problematic, I would suggest you remember this is our private property and you don’t need to be here.”
Another man chuckled as she snarled and stood up, walking off. Now her? I may consider her a bitch. I knew Marco, even from the short time, and while their past was a bit of a mystery to me. I trusted him. With everything.
“I’m sorry about that, sweetheart,” he murmured.
“Could have been worse,” Henry noted.
“What type of shifter are you?” The cold man asked.
I sat up and looked to Marco, his hand smoothing over my neck in a possessive way. His eyes warmed and he nodded. “I’m a phoenix.”
Someone dropped the fork they were using.
“Prove it,” the man with bright hair and orange skin snarled.
“I died Friday morning and now I’m here,” I spoke softly. “I don’t need to prove any more to you. If you don’t want to believe me, that is your own prerogative.”
The smiling, relaxed man spoke, “I’m going to go get a drink, good choice boys.”
His carmel hair shifted in the wind and for an older man, he really was handsome. He tossed me a wink and walked off. That left us withorangeyandmeanie.
“You understand how rare that is?” The cold man snapped. “If she is, then she needs to be introduced to other flights…”
“Absolutely fucking not,” Marco growled in a savage snarl, his arms tightening around me. “Is that understood Councilman? My mate is not going anywhere fucking near another flight.”
“Why would I want to visit other flights?” I asked curiously as Henry watched me with amusement and hooded eyes. I’m not sure what I was doing that was so amusing.
“You have to see if they are truly your mates,” the orange skinned man spoke.
“Not necessary, I know they are,” I softly stated with a grin. “Plus Marco already bit me and I bit him. So he’s mine.”
Now I was feeling possessive.
“You marked her?!” The cold one snarled.
“I marked him first,” I stated in a relaxed tone, “also do you mind lowering your voice? We have other guests.”
The cold one narrowed his eyes at me and stood up, stalking off. Hmm. My friendship skills may be lacking. Henry chuckled and kissed my hand as Marco nibbled on my neck slightly as orangey spoke.
“You know she still has to be formally introduced to all the ruling flights because you’re a councilman.” He smirked. “Even as a formality.”
“I have no issue with them meeting her after she is marked by my flight,” Marco hissed.
Croy sat down where carmel hair had been and smiled at me. Then his face turned dark as he looked at the man, “Why does my mate look upset, Larry?”
Ew. That name.So we had Larry and Anna. Had those names down.