While she showered, he contacted Ben to see how active the Invictus were. Fortunately, they’d concentrated their efforts in the far eastern reaches of his realm, a place near the smaller Venaset Mountain range dominated by his Shifter Brigade. Stone was already in the region and helped to direct both the Brigade and his Vampire Guard from village to village as the wraith-pairs attacked. He chose not to tell either Stone or Ben about what was going on with Regan. Some instinct warned him he should protect their purpose, at least for now. Besides, until they actually had an effect on the mist there was nothing to tell. He showered in the guest room and put on his Guard uniform, minus the woven shirt. When he’d gotten the hawk tattoo, he’d decided to forgo wearing the shirt. Most of his doneuses had made a lot of noise about the tattoo and for a solid year, he’d had more sex because of it than any previous time. And he’d never lacked. Regan had spread her fingers over each of the feathers, then felt up his pecs and sucked on him.
