Black Moon (Alpha Pack #3)(30)

Looked as though she'd snagged herself a Sorcerer. Now the question was how to keep him safe.

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Kalen's steps slowed as he approached Nick's office. His gut clenched in dread at the thought of what might await him on the other side.

Did the boss believe Kalen was beyond redemption at this point? No, he told himself. If he did, Kalen would be dead already. The man wasn't the type to delay justice. It would come swiftly and painlessly.

With that bit of hope bolstering his spirits, he knocked. The commander issued a firm order for whoever was there to come in.

Kalen poked his head around the corner. "Got a minute?"

Nick looked up from some paperwork on his desk and sat back, stretching. "For you, I've got five. Close the door and have a seat, and put a shield over your thoughts."

Kalen followed the first order, wiping his palms nervously on his jeans. Concentrating, he turned his magic inward and searched for the wall he'd erected earlier between himself and Malik. He found it to be wavering some but in place-though how long he'd be successful was anyone's guess. He met Nick's gaze. "I'm ready."

The man studied him for a long moment, expression hard as stone. "I know where you went last night. What I don't know is all of what happened while you were there, so why don't you start at the beginning?"

"How much do you know?"

"I know you watched him kill a man-and that you were seduced into enjoying it," he replied in a saddened voice. "Why, Kalen?"

Kalen swallowed hard. "He gets his hooks in me when my defenses are down. Then he showed me what Billy had done to his family and fed my rage. I went to him in the first place because I felt drawn to go to him last night. Compelled."

"Where is his hideout?"

"Where?" He frowned. "Deep in the forest, away from civilization. It's this really fabulous, rustic cabin that he told me is an illusion. I'm not sure I could find it again if I tried, unless he wanted me to."

"All right. Then what?"

"At first we just talked over a drink."

"Talked? That's it?" Nick's dark brow arched in clear skepticism.

"Yeah. He's quite the snake oil salesman, something I didn't realize before. Well, at least not firsthand."

"Most of your mad-dog, power-hungry world leaders are great at swaying the masses," the commander observed. "They start small, one soldier, one convert at a time, and before anyone truly catches on, they've decimated millions."

"Like Hitler." Kalen picked at his jeans. "Malik's a close comparison. Given enough time and resources, he could have every bit as huge an impact on history, with his super-shifter soldiers as the new Third Reich. In fact, he admitted that's his goal, to rule the world and make paranormals, the Fae in particular, the top of the food chain. He made some persuasive arguments for his cause and the way he wants to go about it."

"I'll just bet he did." Nick's face darkened.

"He had me half believing him, Nicky," he said quietly. "Now I know how masses of people can fall victim to that sort of tyranny."

Picking up a ballpoint pen, Nick tapped it on his desktop thoughtfully for a few moments. "Okay, so why you? Why does he want or need your help, in particular?'

"He . . . God, this is so wacked." Elbows on his knees, he clasped his hands together tightly. Nick waited patiently. "He claims that I'm Fae."

The commander's jaw dropped and his blue eyes widened. Obviously the boss hadn't seen that one coming. "What the f**k?"

"My reaction exactly." He gave a humorless laugh. "He told me that my grandmother was pure Seelie. In fact, he claims they knew each other ages ago, from when they were on opposite sides of issues between the Seelie and Unseelie courts."

"Do you believe him?"

"I'm not sure." He shrugged. "Grandma never told me about my heritage, and if she meant to, she died before she was able. I have magic, but I don't have wings like Sariel. And I know for a fact my blood runs red and not blue," he said, thinking of his father's fists and the many occasions they'd split his lip.

"What about your parents? Did he claim they were Fae also?"

Thinking back to the conversation, Kalen frowned. "He never really addressed my mom and dad in that respect, and I was so blown away by everything he was telling me that I didn't ask. He just said that I'm Fae down to my last drop of blood. His words. So I assumed my folks were Fae, too. Or at least my mom, since Grandma was her mother."

"Your father would have to be Fae as well, if you're a pureblood." Nick chewed on the cap of his pen.

"Which doesn't make sense at all if you knew my father. He's about as anti-magic as a person can get. He forbade my mother to even speak of such things, and I watched her slowly wither away trying to be what he expected." Kalen shuddered, remembering those awful years. "He kept an eagle eye on me, too. He was adamant that I'd be a 'normal' boy, not an aberration. Shortly after Grandma's death, when my powers began to grow, he kicked me out."

"He used that word, aberration?" Nick asked, puzzled.

"Yeah, and a lot worse."

"His attitude doesn't make sense if he's Fae."