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shooting me a confused look.
    “You’ve seen him, Brian,” Isaac answered gently. “He’s not fit to go out on missions, but we’re so short on warriors nowadays that they can’t be too picky. But the other warriors have started refusing to go out on missions with him, stating that he’s a wild card and takes dangerous risks. Much more of that and they would have benched him, maybe permanently.”
    “Being a warrior means that much to him?” I didn’t think any job was that important, but Isaac was making it seem as if Zane would die inside if he got fired.
    “First thing you have to know about being mated to a warrior is that it’s not just a job, but who they are. It’s a calling,” Rory explained.
    “But Dillon gave it up so easily?” Brian was as confused as I was. I didn’t get it either.
    “Mostly because he was worried that our father would kill your brothers if he came back. He didn’t fully give it up, but their safety was more important to him.” That part we knew, but Dillon never made it seem like a big deal. Maybe it was different for everyone? “Plus, Dillon had put in his time. He spent centuries being a warrior. Zane is still pretty young. He’s not even a hundred. So he still has, or had, I guess, that drive to save the world.”
    “Okay, we can handle him being a warrior if he’s not reckless,” I said quickly. At this point, we didn’t have a leg to stand on to demand anything. “So part of this plan consists of saving his ass with the warriors as well.”
    “Exactly,” Isaac replied as he pulled up to huge iron gates. He pushed a button on the call box and identified himself and who he had in the car. There was a beeping noise and the gates started to part. We drove up to the main house, parking in front before climbing out and heading to the main doors.
    “I’m surprised the Mariuses were on board with this plan,” I said quietly. “It seems that it would go against their morals.”
    “Please, they’re even more nuts than any of us most times,” Rory replied with a snicker.
    We were let inside and shown to what the butler called the sitting room. I would never get used to these huge mansions. This one room was bigger than several of our bedrooms back home combined.
    The walls were painted a deep red that went well with the leather chairs and couch. There was also a huge fireplace in front of the seating area. Logs were crackling pleasantly in the fireplace that was surrounded by a mantel made from some type of dark wood. Possibly cherry. Above this impressive mantel I noticed several massive paintings of mountain scenery.
    They must have each been about four feet tall. I found myself getting lost in the intricacy of the detail of the water, the sky, the trees. Eventually I turned me head and saw a bar on the other side of the room. The same cherrywood had been used, and the top was comprised of this beautiful black stone, which I assumed was granite. Several partially empty bottles and four crystal glasses decorated a corner of the bar’s surface.
    A drink definitely sounded good right about now.
    “So we’re putting the last-resort plan into effect?” Desmond Marius asked as he walked into the room with his wife, Elena, his son, Micah, and Micah’s mate, Dr. Riley. All of their faces wore expressions of concern.
    “I can’t think of any other way to save him,” Isaac answered with apparent weariness.
    “We can’t either, Isaac. You’re doing all you can to help Zane. Don’t beat yourself up,” Elena said gently, giving Isaac a hug. “Good to see you, too, Rory.” Then she turned to us. “And I had a long talk with your mother. She was very clear that if you screwed up in any way or moved a toe out of line, I was to tan your hides and send you right home for her to beat.”
    “Aye, that sounds like our ma,” I admitted, wincing. Upon Desmond’s insistence, we all moved to take our various seats on the couch and chairs. Once we were settled, Elena