Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 61190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
“The guys will be waiting at our gate,” David told me as he guided me through the busy airport, veering through groups of people and making his way with confident steps.
I trailed him, holding his hand and feeling my stomach twist at the thought of meeting the guys in his unit. I hadn’t ever met them before, and if I was honest, I never really felt the desire to because when I thought about them, all I thought about was them stealing my husband away from me. Maybe that wasn’t fair because they were just doing their jobs too, but it was hard to associate them with anything else.
“Do they know I’m coming?” I asked him.
“Not yet,” David replied, making my eyes widen. He glanced at me and laughed a little, giving my hand a squeeze once we stepped onto the express train that would take us to the right terminal. “It was such short notice that I didn’t get a chance to tell them.”
I couldn’t blame him for that, but they were going to be jarred. What if they didn’t want me to come?
Oh, well. I was coming whether they liked it or not because none of them knew Vlasic. How could they help the rebels to the best of their ability if there was a language barrier?
David led me off the train and to our gate at the far end of the terminal where a group of guys in military fatigues stood.
“Look at this sorry group of jokers,” David said, making them turn around with grins on their faces. He chuckled and greeted all of them with a brief embrace and a clap on the back.
It didn’t take long for them to notice me standing there, interest and confusion ringing across their faces. Handsome faces, admittedly. And there were… two sets of triplets. What were the odds?
My slightly wide eyes swept over all of them as they peered at me, my face warming up from all the attention. I needed to say something, right?
“Hello,” I greeted them, immediately shaking my head at myself in my mind.
David went back over to me, his hand resting on my back.
“Guys, this is my wife, Brianna. She’ll be our translator for this mission,” he said.
One of the guys who wasn’t a triplet and had slightly unruly hair that still somehow looked good narrowed his eyes in confusion.
“Wait, your wife is coming with us to Vlasica?” he asked.
David nodded.
“I cleared it with Major Beckett. She’ll be able to help us talk to the locals, which will be vital in helping them overthrow Dimitrik,” he explained.
One of the triplets with deep brown skin, a shaved head, and a faint scar on his left cheek approached me with a friendly smile. He held his hand out to me.
“Welcome to the club. I’m Aziel,” he introduced himself.
Relief flooded through me as at least one of them took control of the conversation. I gladly shook his hand with a polite smile, hoping that some of the tension could be smoothed out before we endured a long flight together.
“Nice to meet you,” I said.
Aziel motioned to his brothers, pointing to one with tattoos all over his arms first and then the other with a leaner build than the others and a neatly trimmed beard.
“That’s Amir and Andre. As you can probably tell, we’re brothers,” he told me with a light chuckle.
I smiled at both of them. Amir grinned and lifted his hand in a casual wave in response, while Andre nodded in a polite manner. He had the most beautiful hazel eyes.
“We’re the better set of triplets in the unit,” Amir told me, shooting a sly look at the other triplets, who all had dark brown hair.
One of them with wavy hair that stopped above his shoulders and a small birthmark on the side of his neck chuckled a little. He stepped closer to me, seeming a bit timider than the rest.
“I’m Elijah,” he introduced himself, offering his hand.
I looked up into his piercing blue eyes, feeling something faint stir deep inside of me as the rest of them watched our interaction. They were all so united but so different at the same time.
“Nice to meet you,” I said as I shook his hand.
“That’s Erick,” Elijah told me as he pointed to his brother with brown eyes, neatly styled hair, and a small scar above his left eyebrow. He then motioned to his other brother, who had a more rugged looking demeanor with the shortest hair of the three, a scruffy beard, and a tattoo of a dagger on his forearm. “And Emmett.”
The three of us shared a polite greeting, and I could tell that this set of triplets were more guarded than the other set. Nothing wrong with that, though. I just hoped that we could all get along, especially for David’s sake.