Interlude: A Series of Shorts: Silver Foxes, #5
By M.R. Anglin
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Welcome to the Isle de Lossierres, an island paradise home to Drymairad's richest and most fabulous.
After the Expermian incident, Xena and her family finds themselves guests of the Isle's owner, and they take a moment to settle in. But even under the bright sun, trouble lurks in various forms.
On the mainland, King Maximilian hires a familiar face to be the new Captain of the Royal Guard—one Celeste is not to fond of. Betrayal again rears its ugly head, and only Celeste can bring the truth to light.
And behind the scenes, Marviot's execution date looms nearer . . .
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Interlude - M.R. Anglin
Acknowledgments
Thanks to Tazia Hall for the amazing cover.
THE MEETING
THE ALARM HAD A DEATH wish. J.R. was certain of it. It must have if it kept rattling and wailing after the many mornings J.R. had throttled it. This morning, its wish must have been stronger than ever—it kept blaring even after J.R. had pounded on button after button.
J.R. opened his eyes a slit. His sharp ears fell back until they lay flat on his head. With something close to a bark, he caught its cord and yanked it out of the outlet. The alarm clattered to the floor and fell in silent defeat.
But it had left one last revenge: J.R. was awake. He snorted and rolled into a seated position on the king-sized bed. The pristine white walls and rug stood in sharp contrast with the dirty clothes and shoes all over the floor. If his parents had been alive to see this, they would have had a fit. J.R. smirked. So maybe he did win after all.
He yawned and took a deep breath of tropical air. The smell of sand, ocean, and tropical fruit . . . mangoes, maybe ? . . . flowed deep into his nostrils, settling the fur that had risen on the back of his neck. This was the last morning he’d have to wake up early; the last morning he’d have to battle the alarm.
He stretched and rubbed his hand in his armpit. He sniffed it. Though he detected a twinge of body odor, he felt that a heavy dose of deodorant would take care of it. Who needed a shower, anyway? The water always took too long to heat up, and the soap here smelled like a perfumer’s overzealous interpretation of flowers. He slipped on some pants and a shirt he found on the floor and stumbled into the family room, rubbing his eyes.
Every window in the house had been opened, letting in the roar of the ocean’s tide. Just a few miles down the road, the beach stretched in both directions. A constant breeze blew through the house. That, along with the ceiling fans constantly twirling, kept the house cool in otherwise sweltering conditions. No air conditioning required.
J.R. glanced around the house he had grown up in—white walls, open concept area, lots of windows, and white wicker furniture—everything had its place and everything was clean and polished. He raised the corner of his lip to expose a fang. It was all too open and bright and clean for him. He preferred the closeness and dark wood of his cabin-style house in Justin’s Ridge.
Good morning, J.R.
Karalaina, a vixen with salmon colored fur, stood in the kitchen in front of the stove. All four burners glowed red and each pot let out a different smell that mingled together in a delightful fog. She had ears that must have been the size of her head, wavy blonde hair that turned red at the ends, and a curvaceous body. But no matter how beautiful she was or how hard he tried, J.R. could never picture them together in any capacity. It always made him balk.
Karalaina hailed from a country called Expermia and wore a traditional Expermian outfit—a dress with high splits on either side of it and form-fitting pants underneath. Two pieces of cloth hung around her waist, held in place by large, silver pins.
You’re up early again today.
Karalaina smiled at him over her shoulder. Hungry?
I’ll eat later. Chloe’s coming over. After she leaves, I’m going back to bed.
J.R. dumped himself in a chair around the breakfast table separating the kitchen from the family room. The place had been set for four people.
He groaned and rested his head on the table. The thought of seeing Chloe left him feeling drained.
That’s right!
Karalaina stirred the contents of a pot. Xenatha and Katheraine are finally going to meet the woman you’ve been sneaking off to meet every morning. This will be interesting.
You make it sound like I’m having some illicit affair.
J.R. rested his chin on the table. Not that J.R. minded an illicit affair. But he didn’t feel like bantering today. And he didn’t feel like explaining why there couldn’t be anything at all between him and Chloe. Karalaina would find that out soon enough.
The doorbell chimed.
That must be her.
J.R. hefted himself out of the chair. Be nice, okay?
Karalaina tossed a smirk over her shoulder. I’m always nice.
J.R. rolled his eyes and scratched his hair as he walked to the front door. A twinge of odor came to his nose. Uh, oh! He had forgotten the deodorant. He paused for a moment and considered going to put some on but then shrugged. It was only Chloe. Since when did he ever feel the need to impress her?
He stopped at the stairs that faced the door. From there he saw the upstairs hall and the doors leading to two bedrooms and a bathroom. Xena! Kathra! Come down here. There’s someone I want you to meet.
Be down in a second, Daddy.
Xena’s voice lilted down the stairs.
Hearing that voice call him ‘Daddy’ always put a smile on his face. But once he turned to the front door, the smile left him. He had to take a moment to brace himself before opening it.
A wolf with brown fur the same shade as J.R.’s stood at the front door. She was in her early forties, but her careful make-up and her tailored business suit gave her a younger, yet professional appearance. Her hair—probably dyed to hide the grays—had been pulled back into a tight bun, but a few strands hung loose around her face in order to provide an air of whimsy. An earpiece connected to her cell phone fitted in her right ear. When the door opened, she held up a finger at him. Her hazel eyes were narrowed.
That place had better be perfect.
Chloe put her weight on one foot as she spoke. This is a very important affair . . . I’ll get another caterer. You worry about making that banquet hall look perfect.
She pushed a button on her cell phone and turned her attention to J.R. About time you answered the door. I had an entire conversation while I was waiting.
Clearly not an entire one, Clo.
J.R. crossed his arms.
"It’s Chloe, J.R. She shoved past him into the house.
I think you can handle one more syllable."
J.R. leaned out of the house, looking down the walkway. The sun shone on the concrete path and on the fruit trees in the front yard. Where’s Omar?
Busy.
Chloe straightened her suit. He got called into the hospital. Never mind that I’m busy, and I made time for this. I swear I do everything in this family.
She marched into the kitchen.
J.R. stifled a groan and followed her.
Good morning.
Karalaina greeted Chloe with that annoying, perfect smile of hers. You must be Chloe. J.R. has told me so much about you.
But Chloe wasn’t one to fall for the perfect homemaker act—or any act at all. She studied Karalaina from head to toe. You must be Karalaina.
Chloe didn’t sound impressed. My, you’re gorgeous. But I shouldn’t be surprised. It would take someone like you to make J.R. settle down. I suppose I can thank you for that.
J.R. froze mid-step. Eh?
Karalaina moved her head in a way that made her hair bounce. We’re not dating.
Never!
J.R. plopped