Chapter 131 : The Ambassador

*Lena*

Xander planted a rough, hungry kiss on my lips and any shyness or apprehension vanished in an instant.

“I missed you," he said into my neck as I continued to clutch him against me, my fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt.

“How long have you been in Mirage?" I asked when I finally pulled away to look up at him. He was clean-shaven and dressed in casual trousers and a button-down shirt, with a white undershirt beneath. He looked more like a random resident of Mirage than an Alpha King, but I was more than okay with that. I reached up involuntarily and ran my fingers through his black curls, which were brushed back away from his face. He'd gotten a haircut since the last time I saw him. He looked.... Well, he looked so much healthier, and happier, since we'd parted ways after the war.

“Only a few hours," he replied, leaning down to press a kiss to my forehead. “I'm on my way to meet with someone, actually–"

“Meet with someone?" I laughed, pushing away from him. “Was that someone not me?"

“Well, I had to meet with them first, and they're on my way to the castle," he smiled with a shrug. “I didn't expect to run into you, but I'm glad I did. I think you should go with me."

He took my hand and began to lead me away, drinking deeply from the lemonade I'd bought for Mom.

“Who is it?" I asked.

“The ambassador for the vampires who are settling in the east," he replied. I halted, an uneasy feeling settling in my stomach.

“What?"

He turned to face me again, and I could tell by the look in his eyes that he totally understood my hesitation.

“There are a lot of them," he began, “and some, especially the families with children, have expressed the desire to spread out. There were four kingdoms of lower vampires, and they don't all get along, as well as those who had been enslaved by the king for… centuries. There's just not enough room in Crimson Creek for all of them, and your dad is planning on relocating some of the families to Mirage."

“My dad? You saw him?"

“I did," he said, blowing out his breath. “He doesn't like me very much, but I told him I'd check in on the ambassador. The vampires will start arriving at the end of the summer, from what I've been told. Winter Forest has also offered to accept at least three dozen families…"

we started walking again. How hadn't I known this was happening? Mom knew, surely. She had

unaccepting of the idea that vampires would be living close by. The lower vampires were a totally different type of people compared to the Death Walkers

was nagging at me as we walked through

in front of an unassuming stone cottage along a cobblestone road. It had white-washed window frames and baskets of flowers hanging near the doorframe. A bistro table and chairs sat outside, basking in the

thick curtains were drawn behind the windows, to

behind it paused for

I closed it immediately, raising my eyebrows at the tall vampire male who stood in

and he nodded at me, a ghost of a

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in the snug kitchen at

deeper into the floral couch were sitting on. I looked down at the baby she'd placed in my arms, his cheek resting against the curve of my stomach as he made little suckling motions with

weakly, meeting my eyes. “My mom says he looks just like me when I

was living with them in the cottage but was out running errands. I could see the sadness behind Carly's eyes when she mentioned

what happened,

nodded, unable to form a vocal reply. I adjusted little Caleb's weight in my arms and settled into a comfortable position on the couch. I had a feeling this was going to be

she began, a soft sigh leaving her lips. “So I assume

wondering if she could read the conflicting emotions playing

us, telling us about a party at one

“Why?"

since I arrived. I felt like I was being watched. We were testing the soil in the village one day and had traveled out past the village to the hills, and found,

root," I said, and her eyes

thought it was a moss of some kind, so during one of my breaks I went back to Morhan and tried to research it, but I couldn't find anything about it in the texts available in the library. But I found one mention of something matching its description in the archives, but the book itself wasn't available to check out from the library. I had

“but it was gone.

eyes darkened at the mention of

samples and the samples of blood root we'd sent back to Morhan for testing were lost, and when my partners

in the foyer of the hotel, which felt like a safer place than where we were staying. But when I stepped out onto the street I felt this… pull. I can't explain it. I remember turning to hills and hearing… voices. It sounded like my parents, and then like my boyfriend

at us, and I turned my head to look through the doorway to the sitting room and across the hall into the kitchen. Lincoln's face

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