Free KnightForce Damian (La Patron's KnightForce Book 4) by Sydney Addae

you'll need. Damian will explain weight restrictions and anything else about the location. If you need me, reach out."
    "Yes, Alpha. Thank you for considering me for this mission."
    "Of course, your work in this case has been stellar and invaluable. When La Patron wanted someone else to make up this team I thought of you. Anna was supposed to tell you, but with the opening of the new clinic and Dr. Connor's arrival, it slipped her mind. I'm glad, because hearing your response to this last minute assignment is something that couldn't be communicated. I'm very pleased. As I said, contact me if you have a need."
    Heat raced up her neck and landed in her cheeks after hearing of Anna's omission. The bitch hadn't forgotten, but no matter, Gem would have a chance to prove her value in a way no one could interfere with. She'd find a damn cure for this itching if she had to beat it out of the human. " It's an honor to serve and thank you, Sir ."
    Turning slowly, she met Damian's gaze and prayed he couldn't sense her excitement, although she'd be hard pressed to say which rated higher, the mission or the praise from Alpha or the sexy KnightForce agent. No doubt it was all three.
    "Any questions?" Damian stood with his feet braced apart, staring down at her.
    "Plenty, but I need to give my assistants some instructions, so give me just one second." She headed toward their makeshift offices and stepped inside. After telling the two nurses about Dr. Connor and her imminent departure, they got busy preparing to transition everything to her replacement. Confident her patients’ needs would be met, she returned to the main ward to see Damian holding his phone over Sheila.
    "Taking pictures?" she asked, moving to his side.
    "Yes, to make sure we don't forget the stakes, for one thing. And so you can monitor their deterioration while away so we have a better understanding of what we're dealing with." He moved to the next bed and raised his phone.
    "Where are we going? I need to know how to pack." She needed to change gears, think practically.
    "Ever hear of a place called Lochmond Eyre in Scotland?"
    The name meant nothing to her. She'd never been to Europe or even stepped foot on a plane. "No. Is that where we're headed?"
    He nodded.
    "How long is the flight?"
    "Almost 12 hours."
    She swallowed hard and placed her palm on her belly.
    "You alright?"
    Unable to speak past the paralyzing fear, she nodded, turned and left the ward. Outside she took several large gulps of air to slow her racing heart.
    "What's wrong?" Damian asked, standing in front of her.
    "Nothing..." She eyed his deep frown and straightened. "I've never flown before and the idea of flying that long, over all that water..." She choked and covered her mouth.
    "Never been on a plane?" He sounded as if that was abnormal.
    Gem waited a few seconds, fully prepared to blast him for his unsympathetic response. "No." Her gaze flickered everywhere in the hall, except at Damian.
    "There's no other way to get there quickly, other than flying. Do I need to get someone else?"
    The disappointment in his tone went a long way in soothing her injured pride. "No. I can't imagine telling Alpha I can't go because of this... this thing that grabs me. I'll make some adjustments to take care of the fear." Her voice held a ring of confidence that didn't banish the butterflies in her belly.
    "Good, it's kinda late to find someone else. Pack one bag, preferably a back pack."
    She nodded.
    "Can you shoot a weapon?"
    "What?" Full-bloods typically didn't carry weapons, preferring to release their beasts on prey.
    "Weapons? Firearms? Guns? Do you know how to use them?"
    "Well, somewhat. When I was younger my neighbor took me to the shooting range. So I know the mechanics."
    He nodded. "Since we're traveling with a human, we use only human weapons in case she tries to take pictures of us in our natural, animal form. Never let your guard down; La Patron's forbidden shifting, unless our lives are at stake."
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