Let Them Kneel (kaelani and Julian) novel Chapter 121

The black sedan moved like a shadow along the winding road, sleek and silent beneath the early afternoon sun. It was just past one–bright, cloudless, and far too open for the passengers it carried.

Inside, the back seat was cloaked in artificial darkness. A privacy divider separated them from the driver’s area, its matte surface swallowing any stray illumination. The only sounds were the hum of the engine and the soft creak of leather as someone shifted their weight.

Julian sat stiffly, fingers drumming once against his knee before stilling. Across from him, Lazarus and Sebastian were nearly unrecognizable.

They were covered head to toe in ultraviolet–blocking suits–sleek and black with an almost tactical sheen. These weren’t your average UV suits. They were made from photosensitive carbon–silicate mesh -prototype tech Lazarus had bankrolled through a shell biotech company in Geneva.

Their gloves were lab–sealed in nitrogen to prevent light seepage, and their faces were concealed beneath fitted ski masks crafted from the same material as the suits. Thick, reflective goggles glinted like the dark lenses of futuristic soldiers, engineered to bend UV light away from the retina entirely.

Julian couldn’t see their eyes. Couldn’t read their expressions. But he could feel their presence.

Unbothered. Wise. Ancient.

Sebastian leaned back, casual despite the gear, one leg crossed over the other like he was riding to brunch and not preparing to smuggle Lycans onto sacred ground.

The sedan slowed, then turned sharply onto a narrow road lined with tall hedges. Ahead, a gated checkpoint opened without them stopping.

Beyond it, a sprawling private airstrip came into view–its long stretch of tarmac empty but immaculate. A single jet waited near the hangar, sleek and silver, engines already humming with quiet impatience.

Julian’s chest tightened as he exchanged a glance with Jace.

The sedan rolled to a stop beside the jet, the sharp scent of jet fuel and scorched tarmac hitting instantly.

A moment passed before the rear door was opened by a broad–shouldered man, with skin the color of dark honey, sunglasses perched low on a blunt nose, and the kind of no–nonsense competence that didn’t need announcing. He wore a black utility jacket zipped to the throat and moved with the casual menace of someone used to hauling threats by the throat.

Julian’s brows lifted slightly. The driver–no, the driver and pilot–was a bear shifter.

Of course he was.

Julian stepped out first, Jace close behind. As they straightened, the bear met their stares with a single grunt, nostrils flaring just enough to make his point.

The tension hovered–three apex predators silently sizing one another up. Not out of aggression. Just

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instinct. A low huff escaped the bear’s chest, more exasperated than threatening.

Lazarus emerged next, his movements smooth despite the cumbersome suit, goggles flashing in the sun. Sebastian followed, stretching slightly as he stepped into the light, adjusting his lenses with a flick of gloved fingers.

“Now, now, boys,” Lazarus said, his voice only slightly muffled through the mask–amusement cutting through the tension like a scalpel. “We can eye–fuck each other another time.”

He tilted his head up toward the sky, posture stiffening beneath the sunlight.

“Let’s move. My skin’s beginning to itch.”

The soft hum of the jet’s engines was the only sound as it sliced cleanly through the upper reaches of cloud cover. The windows were blacked out, the cabin dimmed to near twilight–intentional, sterile, and

utterly still.

It had been several hours since takeoff–long enough to cross hemispheres, long enough for the weight of what lay ahead to settle like fog in their lungs.

Lazarus and Sebastian sat across from them, still fully suited–goggles in place, gloves undisturbed. The only hint of ease was the relaxed angle of their posture, legs crossed, hands steepled loosely over one

knee.

“You have the map?” Lazarus asked.

Julian nodded, tapping the chest pocket of his jacket. “Right here.”

Lazarus studied him for a moment, then leaned forward slightly, his voice dropping–lower now. More

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