Mated To My Mate's Worst Enemy (ARIA) novel Chapter 647

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Chapter 647

ARIA

Pacing was the word — the specific pacing of someone who'd been doing it for long enough that they'd worn a metaphorical groove in the specific circuit they were pacing. He was tall, dark-haired, with the quality of an Alpha King that was similar to and different from Kael's in ways that I was still learning to read. The authority was the same foundational thing. The expression of it was different — where Kael's was contained, Solander's was visible, the emotions closer to the surface in the specific way of someone who'd decided that transparency was a strategic choice as much as an emotional one.

The vehicle stopped.

Solander was at Ian's door before Ian had it open.

He looked at Ian for approximately three seconds with the complete inventory of someone who needed to confirm something before anything else happened, and then he said: "You're fine."

"I am fine," Ian said.

"You're actually fine," Solander said.

"I am actually fine," Ian said, with the patience of someone who'd had this conversation in various forms many times.

"The car went over a waterfall," Solander said.

"Their car," Ian said. "Not ours."

"But you were—"

"I was not in the waterfall car," Ian said. "I arrived at the extraction point after the waterfall had already occurred. I have told you this eleven times."

"Twelve," Jordan said, from somewhere behind Ian.

Ian closed his eyes briefly.

"Twelve times," he said.

Solander looked at Jordan.

"That wasn't helpful," Solander said.

"It was accurate," Jordan said.

Solander looked at him for a moment with the expression of someone who'd heard about Jordan and was now meeting Jordan and finding the meeting consistent with the description.

Then he turned to Kael.

The specific quality of two people who'd known each other for long enough that the reunion after a significant event wasn't marked by words immediately but by the specific assessment that confirmed the person was actually there and actually intact.

Then Kael's hand and Solander's hand and the specific grip of people who'd been in things together and were both still here.

"You look terrible," Solander said.

"Waterfall," Kael said.

"How's the root," Solander said.

"Present," Kael said. "Being addressed."

"Ivory's plan," Solander said.

"Yes," Kael said.

"She told me the plan," Solander said. "She didn't tell me she was planning to—"

"No," Kael said. "She didn't tell any of us."

They held this.

Then Solander moved through the group — Nina, who received the specific greeting of someone who'd been corresponded with for years and was finally being met in person, an acknowledgment that had weight in it; Jordan, who received the look of a man whose crackers had been noted; Elite, who received the specific respect of one extraordinarily competent person encountering another.

He reached me.

He looked at me with the specific assessment of someone who'd formed an opinion about me before meeting me and was now calibrating.

"You're the moon child," he said. "The one who broke the curse."

"Yes," I said.

"The one Kael is choosing," he said.

"Yes," I said.

He looked at me for a long moment.

"I knew you existed," he said. "Ivory described the bloodline requirements to me three years ago when she was first building the plan. I knew someone was coming." He paused. "I have my reservations. About the situation. About what Ivory did to arrange it. About what the past nine months have been for Kael." He held my gaze. "I'm here because Kael is my oldest friend and I'm not going to leave him without support when the support is needed. You happen to be attached to the situation."

"I understand," I said.

"I'm not dismissing you," he said. "I'm being honest about where I'm starting from."

"Honest is useful," I said.

He held my gaze for another beat.

Then he moved to Killian.

Killian had the specific quality he had in situations where someone was about to deliver a judgment — the careful stillness, the body that wasn't braced for impact exactly but was prepared for it.

"You're the illegitimate one," Solander said.

"Half-brother," Killian said. "Yes."

"Same father, different choices," Solander said.

"Yes," Killian said.

"I know your history," Solander said. "The exile. The network. What you did and what you did after." He held Killian's gaze. "I wouldn't be as forgiving as Kael if it were my pack."