Hunting Ground (Alpha & Omega #2)(24)

"Delighted," Arthur said, as he rose from his place and came forward to kiss her hand. "I am sorry to confess, though Chastel is not waiting to chastise me, we've been here much longer than I intended. My wife awaits me, and I must attend. I would, however, like to issue an invitation before we leave. I've a condo in the University District, and it would be my pleasure to have you two for dinner tomorrow."

Anna looked at Charles. Madden had so clearly excluded the Spaniards that it felt awkward. She didn't know what to say that wouldn't make it worse.

"Thank you," said Charles. "We'll discuss it, and I'll let you know."

Arthur smiled, and she noticed that he was handsome. She hadn't been paying attention until then.

"Good enough." Arthur looked to the Spaniards. "My control is just not good enough, gentlemen, to have more than one dominant in my territory at a time. I am sorry."

"De nada," the dark-skinned man who was the de facto leader said graciously. "We understand, of course."

Arthur excused himself. The whole room fell silent, listening, she thought. When the restaurant door in the other room opened and closed, it felt like the whole world relaxed.

Sergio, the wolf who had faced off with Chastel, tossed a bone on his plate. "Pompous ass," he said.

"Smart, pompous ass," said Charles.

"Deluded, smart, pompous ass," said the dark-skinned man. "Have you decided how you're going to introduce us yet? How about by age?" He looked at Anna. "Charles knows all of us-and probably the Frenchmen, too. Knows everything, your mate."

It was a challenge, less serious, though no less important, Anna understood, than the near fight between Charles and Chastel. Are we important to you? was what the Spaniard meant.

"If I manage it, you'll pick up the tip." Charles was as relaxed as she'd ever seen him.

"Fine."

"Sergio del Fino," said Charles. The man he addressed stood, put a hand over his heart, and bowed.

He went through the others without a misstep until he got to the last two: the dark-skinned man and a redhead. He paused and then indicated the darker man with a tilt of his head. "Hussan Ibn Hussan." Then the other man. "Pedro Herrera."

Hussan smiled. "Wrong. I am older than Pedro."

Pedro smiled wider. "Hijo, I saw you born. I didn't know Charles knew that."

Charles lowered his head without lowering his eyes. "Asil let it slip."

Hussan slapped his leg. "I think I've been set up. Tell me my father didn't tell you to pull this one on me."

Charles just smiled.

"You're Asil's son?" Anna asked. Now that she paid attention, his skin tone was nearly as dark as that of her mentor in all things Omega, and the nose was the same.

"I have that honor," agreed Hussan.

"Ibn Hussan? My Arabic is nearly nonexistent, but shouldn't you then be Ibn Asil?" asked Sergio.

"Hussan is my father's given name. But for a long time he has used Asil," explained Hussan with a shrug. "He is old. He can do as he chooses." He gave a sour smile. "And he usually does. How is my father? He is still annoyed with me for refusing to kill him when he asked. He will not answer my phone calls or my letters. So I have stopped calling and writing."

"He's fine," said Anna. "Better."

Charles smiled a little. "He'll probably take your phone calls now."

Hussan tilted his head. "Something happened?"

"Yes." Charles pulled out a chair before a clean place setting and indicated that Anna should take a seat. "If we don't start eating, these devils will have it all gone, and we'll have to wait for the next round."

Anna sat, and he pushed in her chair before taking his own. He might sound casual, but he was still acting formal. Maybe it was because these were mostly older wolves, who would expect Charles to treat her this way. She wasn't sure she liked it, but she was willing to play along. Mostly. She used the tongs and dumped a double handful of ribs on her plate: it had been a long time since she'd eaten.

"Asil will be fine," she said. "Unless he annoys Bran too much."

She glanced up and noticed that Hussan was staring at her.

"It is you," he said. "Omega. You saved him."

She shook her head. "Ask him."

"He'll tell you it was her," Charles predicted. "She'll tell you it was not. Still, he will be fine for another century or so-as fine as he ever is."

THEY walked back to their hotel. It was still pouring, but water had never bothered Anna-and Charles seemed to be of a like mind. They walked side by side, not touching.

"Are we going to accept the invitation to Arthur Madden's dinner?" she asked him.

"If you would like. Angus has scheduled some entertainment the next night, but tomorrow is open."

"Is it going to present some diplomatic problem if we go?"

He made an impatient gesture. "As I keep telling them-this is not a negotiation. We've agreed to hear their concerns, and I will address them. But my father is adamant. The first chance my father sees to present ourselves in a favorable light, we are coming out to the public. It doesn't matter if some are offended or feel we are playing favorites. We are not courting them."