Chapter 362 Chapter 362
“So, I’m just supposed to stand in your house like a statue and watch her?” Reeves looked at the open door again.
Konner smirked, “you could sit. I just don’t want her to come out of her room and not know where I am.” He took off his jacket and tossed it on the chair behind his desk. He hadn’t even paused long enough to change his clothes yet. “I don’t need her wandering out in the bush and getting lost on the first day she’s here.”
Reeves grimaced, “okay, I see your point. I’ll go hang out and try to look like I have a purpose there.”
Konner waited until he left the room to go over and set his phone on his desk. He brought up Illias’ number. He’d know how to reach Calum. He hit send and then put the phone on speaker. Going over to the table, he looked at the records that Reeves had carefully set on the hard surface. Some of the pages were fragile with age, so he’d done well not letting the sides of them touch the others sitting there.
“Do I want to know how you still have your own phone, Konner?”
Konner smirked and opened the first book, “ask your teammate, Fallan about it sometime.”
“Ah, okay. So at least it’s secure. I momentarily seized when your name came up on the screen.”
“Sorry to alarm you. I’m told it’s very secure and safe to use.” He leaned on the table and looked at the list of names. They were faded. He really needed to get these records transcribed onto a hard drive or something less fragile.
“Oh, it is, I tried to track it—you know, just ‘cuz I can. What can I do for you?”
Konner straightened up and went over and grabbed a notepad and pen. “I need to reach Calum Dante.”
“Everyone wants Calum Dante when they call me, how come no one calls to ask how I’m doing?”
Konner grinned, “I’m sorry, how are you doing, Illias?”
“I’m fantastic, thanks for asking. I’ll get his number and text it to your spy-proof phone.”
“I appreciate it. Any more ops soon?” He looked at the books on the table.
“Everyone is scrambling and going through that information they found, if it pans out, we could be busy for a long time, so enjoy your downtime.”
“I plan to.” It was a lie, if Fallan turned up anything, he would be going there without pause or without asking permission.
“I gotta go, we’re getting close to finding some—details.” The line went quiet.
Raising an eyebrow, he looked down at the phone, hoping he remembered to send him that number. Tapping the screen, he brought up the recording of Terah saying the names. He’d remembered the first three or four, but not all of them.
He wrote quickly, trying not to be distracted by the tone of her voice as she spoke to them. If he could find even one or two of the mated couples that were in her family tree, he’d know where her mother came from. When he wrote down the last one, his phone buzzed with the message from Illias.
Exhaling, he hit the number to dial it and then went around the desk again. He hoped the records went back that far or had been updated. Scratching his head, he wondered if he should start as far back as possible or to more recent years.
“Hello?”
“Calum, it’s Konner Flores.” Setting the list down, he glanced at the last four names and started scanning the information for them.
“Everything is all right?”
“Yeah.” He turned the page. “We’re back at the Sanctuary now.”
“I heard about your adventure.”
It shouldn’t have surprised him that Calum would. “It wasn’t the trip I had hoped for, but we managed.”
“I always wondered if Aiden’s goons he sent after Rayne had told him where the campground was, I guess they knew better than to share the exact location.”
He looked over at the phone. Some time when there wasn’t so much going on, he needed to find out more about the princess’s connection to Aiden Tomas.
“I’m guessing you’re not calling just to chat.”
Konner smirked and turned back to the books, “no, I’m calling because I need your mate’s help.”
“With? Is Terah all right?”
“She’s fine.” Konner turned the page, “stronger than I thought.” He smirked, “she got the jump on Tripp when he came to retrieve us.”
“I doubt that. No one gets the jump on Tripp Carson unless he wants them to. He comes across as all laid back and relaxed but make no mistake, he’s lethal.”
“Noted.” He checked the list he’d written again and decided he needed to look for all of them, regardless of how far back the records were, there was no way of knowing if Terah had the order correct. “One of my clan’s women is pregnant, near the end actually.”
“Hang on, I’ll go put this call on speaker for Shae.”
Konner nodded but said nothing as he hovered his finger just shy from touching the fragile page. Turning the page, he noticed some spots were so faded, that he was going to have to work on getting them copied sooner than later.
“Okay, Konner.”
“Hello, Konner.”
“Shaelan, hi.” He straightened from the table and looked at his phone. “I was wondering if you have any experience with pregnancies and delivery.”
“What’s going on?” Her tone changed to something less cordial.
“One of my clan is due soon and Terah,” he shook his head, “I don’t know how, but she sang one of our songs to Raelyn’s belly and heard two babies inside.”
“That’s fascinating.”
He grinned; she wasn’t wrong. “That’s not the issue, although once everyone calms down, I need to ask Terah how she did that.” He frowned and looked at the floor, “our kind haven’t been able to use their vocals out of the water for generations,” he shook his head, “okay skipping all of that, the survival rate of our children is low and now with two...”
“Can she be transported?”
Shaking his head, he went over to his desk and leaned on it looking down at the phone, “no, she’s due any time now.” He cleared his throat, trying not to let the emotion through, “listen, we have our own medical wing here, complete with ultrasound and just about any other gadget you could want.” He stood up and crossed his arms over his chest, “but we have no one that knows how to use them.”
“I have a little experience with ultrasound, I mean, I’m not a qualified technician or anything like that...”
“I’d like to bring you here, even if you can assure Raelyn that all seems well, it will go a long way in calming her down...”
“That’s a long trip,” Calum mused.
Konner shrugged, “not if I fly you in.” He went over to the map on the wall beside the window, “I just have to land close to somewhere to refuel the chopper.”
“You have your own helicopter? That simplifies things.”
“It does.” He grinned. “Where are you now?”
“We’re at Blair’s now,” Calum said in a quiet voice.
“Which reminds me, I have the plans for his projects somewhere on this desk. Tell him I’ll get them to him in the next few days.” He glanced at the books, then back to the map. “While I have you, the children found when Terah was, they’re all fine?”
“They’re actually here, Konner, and very well adjusting to life here.”
He nodded his head slowly, “I’ll let Terah know.”
“I need to make some calls.” Shaelan sounded anxious now, “are there women from your clan that has had successful deliveries?”
“Yes, not in six years, but there are a few.” He focused on the phone.
“Okay, good I’ll need to speak with them.” She said something he couldn’t hear. “I’ll let you men discuss travel arrangements. I’ll see you soon, Konner, and tell the mom-to-be that I will do everything I possibly can to get her little ones here.”
There were muffled voices for a moment. “She’ll know everything about childbirth before we get there.” Calum’s tone was filled with amusement.
“Sorry if I blindsided you, Calum, I know you were probably looking forward to some downtime.”
Calum laughed, “until every shifter within the Alliance’s reach is healthy and thriving, Shaelan is not going to allow for downtime.”
“I don’t recall any times of hearing you were on holiday either.”
“Guilty.” He chuckled. “You can land at Ed’s; we’ll make sure there’s fuel for you and whatever else you may need.”
Konner found the location on the map and tapped his finger on it. “Is tomorrow good?”
“Doesn’t sound like we should delay it too long if the birth is soon.”
“I’ll message you with my ETA later on.” He looked at the books, “I haven’t even had a chance to shower and change since getting back.”
“We’ll be ready.”
“Thanks.” Konner hit the hang-up button. He had a lot to do in the next twenty-four hours. Picking up the phone, he text a quick message to Malachi telling him that the doctor would be here by tomorrow night.