Shieldbrothers: Pride of the Kodiak

Chapter Four: A Honeymoon in Hell

Harper surveys the breakfast buffet tables, trying to ignore the curious eyes of servants and breakfasting Nietzscheans. He sighs wistfully. The tables are loaded with all sorts of wonderful things but what he really wants is one of those omelets like Tyr makes. He’ll probably never taste one of those again. Tyr is probably making one at this very moment for that Diana.

Oh, well, he isn’t really hungry anyway. Harper picks up a buttery croissant and spoons some cream cheese on the side of his plate before adding a cup of steaming coffee. The rich fragrance rising from the cup is lush with the promise of caffeine. No way is he going to eat in here with all those malicious eyes on him. Harper eases through the sliding glass doors to stand on the terrace and look out over the gardens. It’s silent and peaceful out here.

Cold too. Harper shivers. He pulls down the long sleeves of his bright lime green shirt. He sips the coffee. It’s not really helping with the chill but he’d rather be out here with the cold than in there. His back stiffens as he hears the door to the terrace slide open. The last thing he wants this morning is company. Maybe they will just ignore him and he can ignore them. He had looked for Cerys as soon as he got up couldn’t find her anywhere. She’s the one that he wants to talk to. He can hear the light footsteps coming closer. Great. It’s probably one those Jaguar pests coming out to gloat over his pain. He places the coffee cup on the balustrade. He hugs himself tightly, refusing to turn and acknowledge the person lurking behind him.

“Good morning, Harper.” Möbius’ husky voice curls warmly over him. “I trust you slept well.”

Harper relaxes a little. He glances over his shoulder with a smile. Möbius is looking very good this morning. Deep brown leathers mold the Nietzschean’s lean frame in a way that draws attention to the hard muscles beneath. A dark green cloak is tossed casually over his shoulders, emphasizing their solid width. The waves of black hair are bound at his nape with a braid of brown and green leather. Little gold leaves dangle from the braid, twinkling against the midnight of Möbius’ hair. Harper’s smile widens in pleasure. “I didn’t really get much sleep.”

Möbius walks over to stand besides Harper, blocking the cool breeze. “I’m sorry to hear that. How are you faring today?”

Harper shivers and tries another sip of coffee. No, still not working. He puts the cup back down and huddles into himself. He glances sidelong at Möbius. “I’m good. I’m fine.”

“Are you? You seem…distracted.”

“No…I’m….fine. What are you doing out here?” Harper nibbles on his croissant.

“I was just finishing breakfast. I watched you come in and waited to see if you would join me. When I saw you step outside I decided to join you.” Möbius tilts his head, studying the dazzling brightness of Harper’s shirt. His full lips curve in amusement as he runs a finger down the shoulder seam. “Am I intruding?”

“No. I was just curious that’s all.” Harper takes a sip of his coffee, inhaling the rich scent. He looks out of the garden, scanning to see if maybe Cerys is walking around out there. Perhaps he should have insisted on going with her after that damned ceremony instead of allowing her to leave alone. “Thanks.”

Mobius strokes Harper’s shoulder blade. “Why are you thanking me?”

“You were kind to me last night during…the coupl…the ceremony.” Harper glances shyly at him. “I know you didn’t have to be…and I appreciate that. Some of the others were not so nice.”

“Did someone offend you?” Möbius asks softly.

Harper shakes his head. The comments, the sneers, the jokes – he could have ignored all that if not for having to watch Tyr. Seeing Tyr fucking Diana with such apparent pleasure and passion that is what filled him with pain and doubt. How could Tyr claim to respect him and subject him to that ordeal? Of all the persons who were in that room, Tyr was the one who offended deeply. He pushes away the images of Tyr rutting over Diana. “I suppose that’s just the way Nietzscheans are, huh? At least that’s what Cerys said.”

“There is no excuse for rudeness, Harper.”

“Yeah, I know.”

He drains the rest of the coffee from the cup and sets the cup down with a clink. He can feel the warmth of it sliding down his throat yet somehow, it is not warming him. He had missed Tyr’s solid warmth beside him last night. That was the first night since he had moved back with Tyr that he had slept alone. Not that he had managed much in the way of sleep. With Tyr gone he’d felt too vulnerable to relax enough to sleep. He’d finally dozed off for a little only to dream. Harper shivers.

Möbius frowns as he looks down at Harper’s pale, strained face. He cups a gentle hand under Harper’s chin and tilts the human’s head back, looking into the vivid blue eyes. “Are you unwell?”

Harper looks away quickly from the warm brown eyes. “No. I’m fine. I just can’t seem to get warm.”

“Forgive my lack of manners. Allow me.” Möbius removes his cloak and wraps it snugly over Harper in a swirl of soft fabric. His hands linger for a moment on Harper’s shoulders.

“Thanks. This feels better.” Harper tugs the folds of dark green fabric close around him. It has a faint scent of sandalwood; Harper remembers it from last night as the scent from Möbius’s long hair. He rubs a fold of warm fabric against his cheek. The scent is quite pleasant; a warm, comforting scent. Not unlike Tyr’s scent.

“I have to tell you that I’m surprised to see you here this morning.” Möbius leans his hip against the cold stones and crosses his arms. His dark gaze remains on Harper’s face.

“Why? Where else would I be?” Harper shrugs. He stares over the flowerbeds and expanses of grass, glistening under the morning dew. He only wishes that he did have somewhere else to be. He does not want to have to summon up the composure to face Tyr this morning; to meet Diana’s cool gray eyes. He wants to be far away with time to think things over. It’s time to think about what is best for Harper instead of what is best for Tyr. What Harper wants and needs instead of what Tyr wants.

Möbius studies Harper’s profile for a moment. “Some would think you would retreat back to Andromeda after the coupling ceremony.”

Harper’s eyes narrow and darken with temper. “Would they? Why would they think that Tyr’s marriage would send me running back to Andromeda?”

“Anyone with eyes could see how much he hurt you last night.” Möbius leans closer and murmurs, “If you were my shieldbrother I would never subject you to public humiliation.”

“What makes you think Tyr and I are shieldbrothers?” Harper sighs in contentment as the enveloping warmth of the cloak soaks into him. It’s so nice to feel warm finally. He can feel the heat radiating from Möbius’s lithe frame as well. He unconsciously eases closer toward the beckoning warmth.

Möbius leans down, looking into the blue eyes. His nostril flares as he sniffs discreetly. “Because you bear his scent and his markings.”

Harper holds the dark brown gaze for a moment then turns away. He isn’t sure any more what he and Tyr are or what he wants them to be. Two days ago, he would have been able to answer without a doubt. Now he doesn’t know. And if Tyr is going to have Diana, why should he limit himself to Tyr alone? Perhaps he should explore other options also. But does he really want that or is it only his pain and temper suggesting it? He needs to talk to Cerys. He needs to find somewhere quiet to think things through. “Tyr and I are friends. We’ve been though a lot as crewmates on the Andromeda. Some things you probably couldn’t imagine. He’s…he’s been a good friend. That’s it…there’s nothing else between us.”

“If you say so.”

Harper glances sidelong at Möbius. “Why are you so curious?”

“You.”

“Me?” Harper turns to face the tall man. “What does that mean?”

“Only that you intrigue me, Harper.” Möbius smiles. His warm gaze slides over Harper, openly reflecting approval and desire.

Two days ago he would have turned this attention aside instead of basking in it but two days ago, Tyr would have been with him instead of with that Diana. Harper looks curiously up at Möbius. “Who are you?”

“I told you my name.” Möbius replies blandly.

“Yeah, I know that. But I don’t know who you are. Do you work for Charlemagne? I mean you don’t look like a soldier.” Harper tilts his head and openly studies the Nietzschean. His gaze lingers over the hard muscle rippling around the edges of the leather vest the dark nipples drawn tight by the cool air.

“I don’t?” Möbius chuckles. “What do I look like?”

Harper grins, flashing his dimples. “Trouble.”

Möbius laughs softly. He reaches out, cupping Harper’s cheek. His thumb strokes lightly over Harper’s lower lip. “Oh, I am that.”

Harper’s eyes half close with pleasure at the caress; at the warmth of Möbius’s strong hand. Even the stirring bone blades do not disrupt his enjoyment. He leans into the touch for a moment before he catches himself.

What is he doing standing out on the terrace in full view of the entire dining room set flirting with a strange man? They will probably fall all over themselves to be the first to drop barbed comments about it to Tyr. Well, let them, damn them. Let Tyr find out what it’s like to face a roomful of voyeurs who have watched his lover respond to another. He will give them something to see. Harper deliberately turns his head, openly nuzzling into Möbius’s hand, planting a kiss in the center of the palm before stepping back.

“Well, thanks.” Harper shrugs off the cloak and hands it back to Möbius. “I guess I’ll get going. I need to find Cerys and check on her.”

“I think I saw her heading in the direction of the stables. Down that path.” Möbius nods in the direction of the path. His fingers brush over the human’s as he accept his cloak back. So, Tyr’s hold on his shield brother is loosening. If Tyr can’t hold the human it will serve him right to lose Harper to a more attentive and careful lover.

“Thanks…again.” Harper moves away to start down the path. The human pauses and looks over his shoulder. The blue eyes meet his gaze boldly. “Möbius. I…enjoyed our talk.”

“It was my pleasure. We’ll talk again.” Möbius bows slightly. He also enjoyed the time with Harper. He likes the way his name sounds on Harper’s lips. His fingers stroke softly over his cloak.

“I’d like that.” Harper smiles and turns to hurry down the path.

Möbius lifts a dark green fold of fabric and inhales. Harper’s scent smells deliciously intoxicating. It will be a pleasure to have the scent with him all day. His teeth flash in a wide grin. He can’t wait to wear this cloak in the Kodiak’s presence and watch the resulting fireworks. It will be a most amusing way to inform that Kodiak that his claim to the human is being contested. Even more amusing, the Kodiak will burn to challenge him and cannot. To fulfill the terms of the agreement with Charlemagne, Tyr must play the contented, attentive husband. Challenging for the seduction of a shield brother would raise all the wrong signals. Möbius laughs as he turns to walk back into the room.

****

Cerys leads her horse from the stables. It’s quiet and cool. No one but her and Luck. Cerys leans against the silken warmth of the mare’s shoulder. Luck is the only one that she can be herself with right now since Harper seems to have disappeared.

Luck stamps her foot impatiently. Cerys strokes the chestnut’s neck, crooning softly, “Oh you’re eager aren’t you? Did you miss me? Huh? Want to go for a run this morning, huh girl? It’s just you and me today….just you and…”

Cerys bites her lip and leans her head against the mare’s strong throat. Tears slide down her cheeks. Cerys sobs and fists her hands in the mare’s long mane. The mare whinnies sympathetically. Cerys presses against the reassuring warmth of her horse. “Oh, Diana!”

The shameful memories wash over her. Being forced to sit for hours in apparent complacence while her lover had rutted like a whore with the Kodiak. Forced to listen with a mask of indifference as the Nietzscheans talked over and around her, and all the while, watching for a crack in her mask. It had taken everything that she had to sit and pretend all was well instead of bolting away to the stables to huddle in the stall with Luck.

She had been unable to sleep for what little remained of the night. She missed having Diana’s tall frame curled protectively around her. Cerys missed the soft murmurs and sighs as they whispered and laughed and snuggled together. Every time she closed her eyes she saw Diana and the Kodiak writhing and fucking like animals; she heard her Diana crying out that over-sized oaf’s name.

Cerys sniffs. She gave up trying to sleep hours ago. She had hoped to run into Harper but he didn’t answer the door when she stopped by. Perhaps he escaped back to his ship. If only she had somewhere to run to. She had wandered aimlessly around the gardens until she heard the breakfast crowd gathering. She was not going to be this morning’s entertainment as well last night’s. She refuses to give them the pleasure of seeing her pain.

Cerys straightens quickly and roughly rubs her cheeks as she hears approaching footsteps. She tugs on the mare’s reins and begins to stride up the path to the stand of trees. Maybe she can get away before she’s seen.

“Cerys!” Harper calls. “Cerys, wait up.”

She turns in relief. It’s okay. She manages a shaky smile as he jogs up to her. “Hello Harper.”

“You okay?” Harper touches her shoulder gently. His blue eyes are somber.

“Are you?” Cerys counters.

Harper shakes his head and sighs. “No.”

The mare turns a malevolent gaze on Harper and stamps her hoof. Harper eyes her nervously and steps back. “Where are you going?”

Cerys stares off into the distance with longing. “Away…just away. I just don’t want to be around when they wake up. I don’t want to have to watch them cuddle and kiss.”

“I know what you mean. Do you mind if I tag along?”

Cerys looks at Harper. “You know I thought I wanted to be alone…but I think I would enjoy your company.”

They stroll down the path in companionable silence. Harper keeps a wary eye on the huge horse ambling along behind Cerys. Those skinny little reins don’t look like enough to stop the brute if it decides to try and bite him. The horse slobbers around its bridle and stares at him as if weighing its chances of success.

“What do you think they’re doing?” Harper asks quietly, knowing that Cerys will know exactly whom he means. There is only one ‘they’ for Cerys and Harper.

Cerys shrugs. She reaches out and snaps off a fragrant spray of tiny pink flowers from one of the blue-green bushes lining the path. “Probably just waking up. The matriarchs are going to want to examine Diana to see if she’s…pregnant. Then they’ll meet Charlemagne for the ‘morning after’ breakfast. There’ll be a lot of jesting and congratulations.”

“We won’t be missed, huh?”

“Hardly.” Cerys scoffs. Her hand trembles as she raises the pink flowers to her nose.

“Then it’s a good thing that we’re out here.” Harper’s voice is full of forced cheerfulness. “We won’t have to listen to snippy comments about kludges.”

“True.”

“So, where are we going?”

“There’s a little cabin in the woods.” Cerys tucks the spray of flowers behind her ear. “Diana and Charlemagne and I used to play there as children.”

Harper laughs as he tries to imagine the languid Charlemagne playing in the woods. “There is something wrong with that picture.”

“What’s so funny?”

“I just can’t see the ‘Archduke’ playing games as a child.” Harper shakes his head in bemusement.

Cerys looks seriously at Harper. “Oh Charlemagne loves games. He still plays them. The stakes are just higher.”

“I’ll remember that.” Harper nods, his eyes solemn again at the note of warning in her tone.

“You should.”

“I’ve got a question, Cerys.”

“What about?”

“Who was your friend who spoke with you…the girl from last night? The one with the dark hair?” Harper studies her curiously. The way the other woman was touching Cerys last night he’d bet that the stranger wanted more than friendship.

“You don’t waste any time do you?” Cerys strokes the velvet softness of Luck’s nose.

“Is this a question I’m not supposed to ask?”

“No…no…it’s no big secret.” Cerys glances sidelong at Harper as she continues petting Luck. “Her name is Sophia.”

“She seems…nice.” And quite attractive as well, Harper thinks.

“She is. She was the only person, besides you, to be nice to me last night. But…”

Harper picks up a fallen leaf and twirls it between his fingers. He sighs. “There’s always a ‘but’ isn’t there?”

“Yes.” Cerys takes a deep breath. “She and I go back. I met her the year Diana was sent off planet. I think the family thought she’d grow past me or something.”

“It didn’t work.”

“No. Sophia started showing up when I trained in the gym. We’d bump into each other at Bolivar functions. We became friendly but I made sure she knew that there was no other person in my life except Diana.”

Harper tosses the leaf aside. “What happened then?”

“Everything was okay. Diana came back. We picked up where we left off and everything, though not smooth, was good. Then Sophia decided that she loved me last year. She approached me and offered to challenge Diana for me.”

“No way? You’re the woman! Got the alpha’s dueling over you…not bad.” Harper wiggles his eyebrows. His eyes lighten with mischief.

Cerys laughs. Her cheeks flush a warm pink. “You are so bad! But thanks for making me laugh.”

“My pleasure.” Harper smiles crookedly. “So what happened…when she challenged the Ice Princess?”

“She didn’t.” Cerys says quietly.

“Why? Did she chicken out?”

“No, I asked her not to do it. I…I knew Diana would kill her. And…and…I didn’t want to have to live with that.” Cerys looks down at the ground.

“Hey. It’s okay. I’m sorry I asked.” Harper squeezes her shoulder. “I’m poking my nose where it doesn’t belong.”

“You’re my friend, right Harper?”

“Yeah. I am.”

“You can ask me anything.” Cerys adds in an encouraging tone as she walks beside him.

“Me too.” He might not be able to answer some of those questions that she might have. Harper sighs. No matter how mad he might be at Tyr, he will not betray Tyr’s secrets. Especially not secrets that involve his boys. Even if Tyr is tossing him aside in favor of that Diana and her uterus.

The rising sun sends shafts of glowing light through the leaves. Birds are rustling and chirping and hopping among the tree limbs. Something small, white and fuzzy darts up a tree trunk and jumps to another tree. The mingled scents of flowers hover in the air. Cerys shrugs out of her jacket and ties it around her narrow waist. Her gray leather vest and pants will be enough now that it is warming up. She eyes Harper curiously as he open his mouth as if to speak then shuts it without saying anything.

“You look like a man with a question.” Cerys stops along the path to let the mare munch some of the sweet clover. She loops the reins over a nearby branch and sits down under the tree. She leans back against the wide trunk as she looks up at Harper.

“Kinda.” Harper admits. His blue eyes are wary.

Cerys pats the ground near her. “Ask. What is it?”

Harper drops down beside her. He glances at her and then away. “There was a guy at the thing last night.”

Ah-ha. Cerys bets anything that the guy is Möbius. He did have a way of standing out in a crowd. She had noticed him watching Harper closely. Later she had seen Möbius talking to Harper. “There were a lot of people there. What’s so special about this guy?”

“I didn’t say he was special.” Harper blushes and stares intently up the dark green leaves rustling overhead. “He just…just spoke to me last night.”

“Really? What did he say?” Cerys asks innocently. Her lips twitch as she watches the pink darkening on Harper’s cheeks.

Harper shrugs. “Lots of stuff.”

“Did he say something mean to you?” Cerys frowns. It hadn’t looked that way to her. It had looked more like Möbius was interested. Very interested to judge by the angle of his bone blades. Of course, that could have been from watching the coupling. Möbius had mated with a couple women and fathered children but he had chosen not to live with any of his wives. He merely visited from time to time. Both he and his wives seemed satisfied with the arrangement as far as she could tell.
“Oh, no…no…he was really very nice.” Harper answers quickly. A secretive smile curls his lips.

“Well, that’s a good thing.” Cerys nods. It is much safer for Möbius to like you than not. Although from what she saw last night, it looked very much like Möbius was beginning a challenge to Tyr’s claim on his shieldbrother. Should she tell Harper or wait until he asks?

“I saw him this morning too…at breakfast.” Harper leans forward to pick up a dropped seedpod. He fingers it as he glances at Cerys.

“Do you know his name?”

“Yeah. He said it’s Möbius.” Harper meets Cerys eyes briefly before looking back down as the seedpod turning between his fingers. “Do you know him?”

Cerys laughs. “Oh, yes. There is not a Jaguar who doesn’t know Möbius. He’s Charlemagne’s Chancellor of Protocol.”

“So like that’s a big deal?”

“Yes. It’s a very big deal.” Cerys’s voice is dry. “It means that Charlemagne doesn’t trust anyone…not anyone…as much as he trusts Möbius.”

“Okay, I’ll bite. What is a Chancellor of Protocol?” Harper asks as he tosses the seedpod across the path. Somehow, he doesn’t think that Möbius got all those muscles sitting around in an office full of protocol manuals. The title summons up an image of a fussy old man not that of a hot hardbody.

Cerys shrugs. “The official line is that Möbius makes sure everything runs according to plan. It’s sort of like someone who makes sure all the ‘i’s’ are dotted and the ‘t’s’ are crossed.”

“That doesn’t’ sound like such a big deal to me.”

“Rumor has it that Möbius’ real job is much…darker.” Cerys’s voice lowers as she leans closer to Harper. “Some think he’s the head of the Archduke’s Intelligence Corps.”

“No way. Is that like…assassin stuff?” Harper stares at her. Great Harper. Always go for the bad boy. You’re getting to be as bad as Beka. Out of all the guys running around out there, you pick another Nietzschean assassin to flirt with.

“Yes. What did Möbius say to you?”

“He kinda, sorta flirted with me.” A mischievous smile tilts the edges of his mouth up. Harper leans back against the tree.

“Did you flirt back?” Cerys asks in a hushed voice.

“Kinda…sorta…” The wicked gleam in Harper’s eyes deepens.

Cerys stares at him. “At least, you didn’t kiss him…did you?”

“Not on the lips.” Harper stiffens indignantly. At least, not yet.

“Doesn’t matter.” Cerys frowns at him with a trace of worry in her green eyes. “Did you want him to think you’re interested?”

Harper shrugs. He isn’t sure what he wants. Tyr didn’t seem to be any too interested lately and Möbius…well, Möbius had seemed most interested. When Möbius had touched him…it had been nice. “Yeah….I guess.”

“You need to be certain with a man like Möbius. He does not play games.” Cerys warns, gripping his arm.

“Oh shit.” Harper feels the muscles in his thighs tighten at the idea of Möbius wanting more than just a flirtation. A slow, wicked smile spreads across his lips. He sighs with contentment. Oh, yes. The Harper operating system is back online. He hasn’t been this tightly aroused since…well, in a while. It feels good. Reassuring after the weak flickers of mild interest that he had been feeling lately. It feels wonderful to have a strong reaction. And to think that he’s getting so turned on by the idea of a tryst with Bad Boy Möbius.

***

Tyr sits up abruptly at the door opens. His head aches. His back aches. And pretty much everything in between. What had happened? His last clear memory is of walking into the chamber with Diana. Then, a kaleidoscope of images, sensations and sounds begin flickering in his mind. The room is heavy with the smell of sex.

He rises and watches as the Matriarchs try to wake Diana. She looks to be in no better shape than he is. He staggers off to the shower as the women take Diana off to another room to determine if she had become pregnant during the coupling.

The hot water revives him, easing the aches in his muscles. They must have put on some show if the scratches and marks on him are anything to judge by. Harper will be upset. He can’t do anything about the passion marks. It will be expected that he dress to display them. Perhaps…Tyr carefully washes off Diana’s scent, hoping to mollify Harper when they meet again at the breakfast. Surely they will have a chance to speak during the breakfast. They can’t do more than speak. At least, not for a week but they can steal moments to talk. Perhaps some discreet touches. His spirits lighten at the thought of seeing Harper.
Tyr hurriedly dries himself off and pads out to the chamber to pull on the linen pants that he wore last night. Diana is being hustled back into her shift. Tyr raises a questioning eyebrow at her, silently asking if she is pregnant. Diana shrugs.

Tyr allows himself and Diana to be hurried out of the chamber by the Matriarchs. He follows them out into the halls and then to what will be their official set of rooms. Not too far from his old quarters. Perhaps he can steal a moment to check on Harper. Diana will not begrudge it since she will be eager to check on her Cerys. Perhaps if they go together and do it in turn, they can get away with discreet visits.

Tyr quickly changes into a mesh vest of black silk cords to display all the marks that Diana left on him. He tugs on a pair of black leather pants. Diana pulls on a brief gold leather vest that shows off the marks that he left on her breasts, arms and waist. She ties a short gold skirt around her narrow waist while the Matriarchs consult their tests.

Tyr exchanges a relieved look with Diana as the Matriarchs announce that Diana is pregnant. The vigorous activities of the previous night will not have to be repeated immediately.

“Anasazi!” Charlemagne Bolivar sweeps into the room, wearing a white silk shirt and navy leather pants and jacket. A colorful entourage of well-wishers stream in behind him. He strolls over to Tyr and greets him. “Brother! I hear I am to be an uncle. That’s just fabulous. My sister chose well.”

“Bolivar.” Tyr returns the greeting quietly. The unnerving flashes of disturbing images from last night mute his happiness at the news of Diana’s pregnancy. He keeps seeing Harper’s face, pale and shocked; the blue eyes, stricken and full of pain. He remembers Harper’s scent thin with distress then jagged sharp with anger. Then fear and…arousal? Yes, arousal. Tyr scowls and rubs his head. He must speak to Harper. He will endure only a little more before he leaves to find the human.

“Your performance during the coupling will become the stuff of legend.” Charlemagne grins at him. “No one can remember the last time a coupling lasted until dawn.”

“I will have to take your word for it. I remember so little of the proceedings.” Tyr folds his arms over his chest, frowning at the strangers crowding the room.

Charlemagne laughs. “Quite entertaining and informative. You and my sister were quite…tireless in your efforts.”

“Thank you, I think. Tell Diana I will see her later in the day. I must be going.” Tyr turns toward the door. He must find Harper and make up for the past two days. His shieldbrother must be deeply distressed especially if the images he’s remembering are true.

Charlemagne places a restraining hand on Tyr’s arm and speaks quietly. His blue eyes are stern. “No, my brother, you will not do me the dishonor of leaving my sister alone so soon after her coupling. There will be time enough to look for your little kludge…after breakfast. We must all attend this breakfast together.”

“Bolivar…” Tyr places a warning note in his voice at he stares down into Charlemagne’s eyes.

Charlemagne stares back, unyielding. “You must attend this breakfast and dinner two days from now. In the meantime you must be the very embodiment of devoted love for my sister and she for you. Do you understand? We must give my enemies no cause for murmurings.”

Tyr glances at the curious faces turned his way. He forces a less grim expression to his face. “I see. Of course.”

“Very good. Let us collect my sister and make our entrance.”

Charlemagne gathers up Tyr and his sister and parades them triumphantly through the corridors to the applause of the lower ranking Jaguars waiting there. Charlemagne sails into the dining hall and turns to lead the applause for Tyr and Diana who enter behind him. “Come friends. Let us congratulate my sister and new brother on the new life they have created together.”

Diana has her hand on Tyr’s arm and leans against him but her eyes dart around the room looking for Cerys. She frowns in irritation when she doesn’t see her.

Tyr pulls Diana into a close embrace. He brushes his lips against her temple. She leans back against him and takes his hand, placing it low on her stomach indicating to all that she is indeed with child. There are murmurs of appreciation throughout the dining hall. Diana quickly scans the room for her lover. Where is Cerys?

Tyr offers Diana his arm and leads her to the main table where they are seated next to Charlemagne. He gives them a warning stare. Tyr looks into Diana’s gray eyes and makes a show of selecting and offering her the best tidbits on the table.

Tyr glances over the people filling the room. Where is Harper? The disturbing memories from last night are assuming a sharper and clear edge. The mindless compulsion to procreate with Diana. His body covering hers again and again while the guests watched and commented and laughed. The horror in Harper’s haunted eyes. He knows that Diana is remembering her little human’s reactions as when she turns wide eyes on his face.

“Do you remember, Tyr?” Diana leans close, whispering in his ear. Her soft voice is appalled. “Can you remember what we did?”

“Yes.” He forces a smile to his lips, aware of the closely watching people. He brushes a kiss on her cheek.

“I have to find Cerys and explain.” Diana starts to rise.

Tyr rises with her and takes her arm firmly. He wants nothing more than to find Harper and reassure his shield brother but they must play this out for now. Perhaps it is just as well that their lovers are not here to see this. It will be easier to do without Harper’s hurt eyes on him. “No. Not now. We will explain to both of them later.”

A stick thin middle-aged woman approaches the couple. She tosses her long, red hair back. “Congratulations Diana. I was just talking with the Matriarch. How wonderful for you! I don’t care what she says I’m sure you’ll be able to carry the child to term. I don’t think it really matters that your hips are a bit narrow, do you? Although you’ll probably have a hard time during the birthing”

“Don’t mind my aunt,” A shorter woman with black hair cascading down her back in waves smiles at them. “It’s not that your hips are too narrow for childbirth. It’s that your shoulders are so wide and masculine that it gives the impression that your hips are too narrow. You see the difference of course.”

Diana nods and offers a bland smile, betraying no reaction.

Tyr leads his wife away. “These people are like barracuda.”

“My family…is very…eccentric.” Diana tenses as two more people approach. An elderly Nietzschean couple who hug both Tyr and Diana enthusiastically.

“Diana. You’re beautiful. You’re glowing!” The man kisses her on both cheeks and stands back, smiling in simulated delight. “I’m so glad you finally decided to get rid of the little kludge. You’re a woman now. One needs to put her dolls away when she reaches maturity…yes?”

“Of course.” Diana’s voice is strained. Her gaze moves restlessly around the room, hoping for a glimpse of her lover somewhere.

“Tyr Anasazi. You were quite…entertaining during the ceremony.” The man smirks. His blue eyes hold a mocking glint. “My wife kept talking about how well endowed you are. Kodiak pride is not extinct after all. You must be overjoyed with the news.”

“Ecstatic.” Tyr keeps his face and voice expressionless.

“And the little human you brought with you was quite entertaining.” The wife winks at Tyr. She turns to grin at Diana. “We thought he was going to explode when you got on your knees Diana and demanded your new husband take you from behind.”

“I…I…did what?” Diana stammers. She blushes scarlet. What must Cerys be thinking? She had to find her soon and explain. Where could she be?

“Was he?” Tyr asks darkly.

The man takes his wife’s arm and pulls her closer under Tyr’s icy stare. “Oh, most entertaining.”

The woman laughs. “We had no idea that you were so sexually aggressive, Diana. We all thought that thing with the little kludge was because you were frigid. Can you imagine?”

A tall, young man looms behind the older man. He raises a glass of fruit juice to his lips and sips. “It seems kludges are about to overrun us. I didn’t mind having those two at the coupling but I do hope they’re not going to be a permanent addition in the Bolivar household.” He turns to Tyr. “Oh, yes. What exactly is your relationship to the little human?”

“He’s my shi…” Tyr begins.

“Ship’s engineer?”

Tyr turns to stare at the man who interrupted him. There is something familiar about the tall, dark man. The man smiles coldly and eases closer. A dark green cloak is draped over his shoulder. He adjusts a fold of the cloak, flicking it so that a soft whisper of scent floats toward Tyr.

Harper. Tyr’s nostrils flare as he inhales deeply. Harper. Who is this man? Why is Harper’s scent so heavy on his body? Where is Harper? His bone blades quiver and ache as he forces them to stay down. He wants nothing more than a few minutes alone with this genetic waste.

“Yes. He’s my ship’s engineer.” Tyr finishes quietly. His eyes lock with murderous promise on the dark man’s amused face.

“Tyr Anasazi. It is a pleasure to finally meet you.” Möbius smiles frostily at Tyr. His dark eyes are cool and taunting.

“Husband.” Diana uses sugary tones. She grips Tyr’s arm hard as she detects Harper’s scent mingle with that of Möbius. “This is Möbius. He is Charlemagne’s Chancellor of Protocol. Möbius …my husband.”

“Best Wishes on your marriage, Anasazi.” Möbius strokes a fold of dark green fabric. He raises it, with his eyes on Tyr’s frozen face. He brushes his lips against the fabric, inhaling Harper’s intriguing scent and openly savoring it. “Diana, I understand you are also with child. Congratulations.”

“Thank you, Möbius.” Diana tugs on Tyr’s arm. “Husband, let us get some juice. I’m parched.”

Tyr glares at Möbius as he allows Diana to lead him to the beverage table. Is Möbius merely baiting him like the others? Just because the man had somehow managed to get Harper’s scent on his cloak, it didn’t mean anything, did it? Could Harper have been upset enough about last night to want to encourage a challenge? Tyr is impatient for the day to be over so he can find Harper and talk to him.

Two young women look up as Tyr and Diana approach the table. They trade glances and smirk as Tyr pours a glass of purple fruit juice for Diana and hands the glass to her.

“Did you see them this morning?” The blond woman whispers loudly as she munches a sausage.

“No. Who?” Her companion whispers back, pretending to be unaware of the couple standing behind her. She sips a glass of juice.

“The little kludge and…Möbius. They were on the terrace together. It was all quite unseemly.” The blond glances at the two stiff backs in front of her and grins at her companion.

“Which one? Diana’s little pet?” The dark woman asks in eager tones.

“No…no,no,no. No one’s seen her since she all but ran from the coupling chamber last night. No I’m talking about the other one…the little male. The one the Kodiak brought with him.” The blond giggles.

“When was this?”

“This morning…right in the middle of breakfast of all places.”

“NO!” The dark woman gasps. Her eyes are wide and shining with malicious glee.

“Oh yes.”

“What were they doing?” The dark woman asks.

“Well, the little human grabbed something to drink and went out on the terrace. Möbius almost tripped over himself getting outside to be with him.” The blond dabs at her mouth with a napkin.

“You’re lying!”

The blonde shakes her head. Her blue gaze dances gleefully over Tyr’s still figure. Her grin widens at the sound of a hastily stifled growl. “Oh no. I know what I saw. Möbius couldn’t keep his hands off the little kludge.”

“I just don’t get the attraction for those little humans.” The dark woman sneers.

“Neither do I.” The blond agrees. The women turn and pretend to see Tyr and Diana for the first time. “Oh. Hi Diana! I didn’t see you there.”

“Good morning.” Diana’s smile is strained. Her gray eyes are worried as she looks at Tyr’s blank face.

“Congratulations on your pregnancy.” The blond chirps.

“Thank you.” Diana leans heavily on Tyr, firmly steering him back to the head table. They sit stiffly next to Charlemagne. Tyr’s cold amber eyes focus on Möbius who is seated further down speaking to a young woman and young man. Möbius looks up from his conversation, raises a sardonic eyebrow at Tyr and going back to his discussion.

Charlemagne studies the complete blankness of Tyr’s expression and the cold, hard amber eyes. He sighs. “Is there something the matter, Anasazi?”

“No. Bolivar. Actually, there is. My wife and I seem to have…misplaced…something.” Tyr continues to stare at Möbius. His tone is icily remote.

“Ah. Well, I’m sure it’ll turn up in due time.” Charlemagne eyes Tyr uneasily. This could get messy. He hopes his new brother’s control is as strong as he thinks it is. What is provoking Tyr so? Some of his pride members do have very sharp tongues but surely that would not arouse Tyr to look as if he is considering resuming his career as an assassin. His sister is aware of whatever is going on. She is firmly gripping Tyr’s wrist and leaning heavily against him. Oh. He sees Mobius smirking at Tyr, and then rising to saunter over. Well. That explains that. Really these kludges were just endless trouble.

Möbius stands at Charlemagne’s elbow. “Is there a problem? May I offer some assistance, Archduke?”

Charlemagne gives his Chancellor a cool stare, silently telling him that he has done quite enough already. “No, Möbius. I’m sure my sister and her husband are going to be much too busy to search for lost…items.”

“What is missing? I could have one of my men search the grounds.” Möbius looks at Tyr and Diana. He smiles, radiating innocent helpfulness.

Charlemagne glances at Diana and sighs in resignation. “Did you happen to see either of the little humans this morning?”

“Have you already checked their quarters?” Möbius asks with a thoughtful air. His dark eyes meet and hold Tyr’s cold stare. Möbius smiles gently and strokes the edge of his cloak.

“They’re not there.” There is a faint edge of growl to Tyr’s voice.

Möbius stares defiantly into Tyr’s eyes. He continues to caress the cloak with long fingers. He turns back to Charlemagne. “No. Archduke. I’m afraid I have not seen the humans this morning. In fact I think the last time I saw either of them was at the coupling ceremony last evening.”

“Are you sure that’s the last time you saw them?” Charlemagne asks.

Möbius looks thoughtful for a moment. “Yes. Yes, I remember thinking that they looked so distressed sitting there.” He turns his gaze to Tyr. “Humans don’t understand some of our customs and traditions well enough to have to take part in them.”

Charlemagne pinches the bridge of his nose. He’s not in the mood for Möbius baiting Tyr. He has no objections to Möbius amusing himself. He rather enjoys dangerous games himself but business comes first. He gives his Chancellor a warning stare. “Thank you Möbius.”

“You’re quite welcome. If there’s anything…anything at all…that I can do to help find them, please don’t hesitate to let me know.” Möbius bows. “They’re probably just wandering around the grounds somewhere. I’m sure there’s no need to worry.”

Möbius swaggers from the room.

Tyr glares after the Jaguar. Is he challenging him for Harper? Harper is his. He will leave neither Möbius nor Harper in any doubt on that subject.

Two delicate looking young men clad in silks and leathers, lean against the wall behind Tyr and Diana. The redhead sighs with longing as he watches Möbius leave. He fingers a jeweled hoop hanging from one ear.

“Did he just say he hadn’t seen the kludges this morning?” His blond companion carefully arranges a silk and lace handkerchief to peek out of his pocket.

Tyr stiffens slightly, listening closely.

The redhead reluctantly looks back to his companion. “Yes. Why?”

The blond finally arranges the folds of the handkerchief to his liking. “That can’t be right. I saw Möbius on the terrace with the little engineer barely an hour ago.”

“Perhaps he forgot.” The redhead waves a dismissive hand. “They’re not memorable, really.”

“Oh. I think he remembers.” The blond rolls his eyes. “The human had on a hideous green shirt. Möbius couldn’t stop touching it. Plus, he and the little human only had eyes for each other.”

“What do you mean?” The redhead leans closer.

“Well…the little human male came in to the dining hall this morning, grabbed a cup of coffee and retreated to the terrace. You-know-who followed him out and had a long conversation with him.”

“It was probably nothing.” The redhead shrugs.

The blond straightens and smirk triumphantly. “Hmph. I’ll have you know that Möbius offered his cloak to the little human. He even wrapped his cloak around him to keep him warm.”

“Are you sure?”

“I was sitting right by the window. I had a perfect view of them. If they’d been standing any closer to each other they’d have been the same person.” The blond giggles.

“It was probably completely innocent.” The redhead fights back a grin.

“Oh really? Well, the kludge kissed Möbius! How innocent do you think that sounds?”

The redhead gasps. His hand goes to his throat. “Kissed him! Möbius didn’t pull away?”

“No. You could tell he really enjoyed it. They were all over each other.”

“Right out on the terrace?”

“Yes. I know. I couldn’t believe it either.” The blond pauses to make a minute adjustment to his handkerchief.

“So, what happened then?”

“I think they made an arrangement to meet later. The human gave Möbius his cloak back but when he left they were looking like they were going to meet later for a more…intimate conversation.”

“I didn’t think Möbius went for…that sort.” The redhead sniffs disdainfully.

“Neither did I…but he was definitely going for it this morning.”

Diana plants both hands on Tyr’s forearm, leaning hard on him all the while holding an affectionate expression on her face. Her gray eyes are full of alarm and warning.

Tyr forces his muscles to relax. He concentrates on breathing slow and steady, fighting back the need to see Möbius’s blood wet and dark on his boneblades. He remembers the man now. Talking to Harper. Touching Harper. Tempting Harper. And, most painful of all, Harper allowing it. Encouraging it. He must find Harper and set this straight. Harper is his. He will not allow this Möbius to seduce his shield brother away from him.

“Congratulations, Diana.” A soft feminine voice purrs. Diana looks around with a smile plastered on her face. Sophia. Of course she’d be around. What does she want? Thank goodness Cerys is not around for her to paw over.

Diana forces herself to be calm. “Thank you, Sophia.”

Tyr looks over at Diana and places an arm around her shoulders. Diana is trembling. He scents her anger at this woman. Who is she? A rival for Diana’s shieldsister?

“I was wondering if you’d seen Cerys this morning. I’ve been looking for her and can’t seem to finds her anywhere.”

Diana gasps. Tyr brushes his lips against her ear. Diana meets Sophia’s eyes. “No. I haven’t been looking for her.”

Sophia looks at Tyr and Diana and smiles. “Good. If you see her tell her that I’m looking for her. I’d like to continue our talk from last night.”

“You…you spoke with Cerys last night?” Diana growls.

“Oh yes. During the coupling. We had quite a long talk, actually. I thought she looked very fetching in the white leathers, didn’t you? Oh, yes, of course…” Sophia smiles and looks at Tyr. “You and your new husband were otherwise engaged all night.”

“We will give her the message if we see her.” Tyr interjects quickly. He holds Diana tightly to him. He can feel her quivering with rage.

“Thank you.” Sophia tosses her hair over her shoulder and glides over to the beverage table.

Charlemagne stands abruptly. Well, enough of this. Everyone has made an appearance and barbs have been thrown. Best to call this to a close before there’s actual bloodshed.
“Come sister and brother. I’m sure you must still be fatigued. Allow me to escort you back to your quarters.”

Tyr helps Diana to stand. She still glares at Sophia. He steers her into the hallway and back down the corridors toward their rooms. Charlemagne stops just inside the door to their quarters. He looks between Tyr and his sister.

“You two must behave yourselves. Do you understand me? This behavior must be controlled. Diana you know this better than anyone.”

“Diana is not to blame here, Bolivar.” Tyr snaps.

“Don’t start with me Kodiak. You kept growling and snarling like a barbarian. And you!” He points at Diana. “If you don’t get your emotions about that little piece of ass under control I’ll have you shipped off planet!”

“Why are you angry with Tyr? Mobius is the one at fault here. He openly baited Tyr.” Diana paces away then turns quickly. “What about Sophia? She threw her conversation with Cerys in my face.”

“ENOUGH! I will not tolerate this behavior. Am I understood?”

“You don’t own me or control me, Bolivar. I have fulfilled my part of our agreement.” Tyr snarls.

“Not quite yet, Kodiak. You still have to attend the dinner tomorrow night.” Charlemagne sighs. These two will be his undoing.

“That’s it, Bolivar. After that I have completed my agreement at least until the child is born.” He glances at Diana. “We both want that, do we not?”

“Yes. I must talk to Cerys. This has gone on for long enough.”

“Sister. Don’t forget yourself. We are doing this as much for you as for me.”

“Yes, brother. I know. You keep telling me that.”

“Good. It’s decided. You two will remain in this room. If you need anything the Matriarchs or their attendants will get if for you. You are not to try to contact the little kludges.”

TBC