Page 11 of Expecting The Unexpected

CHAPTER 4

Throg had gone to the man’s room and knocked, but no one answered. Thinking Spencer was just ignoring him, Throg made his way inside. The smell of apple-spiced cake filled Throg’s senses, but besides an unmade bed and some clothes thrown on the floor, Spencer was nowhere to be found.

Throg was getting more and more pissed. He had a job to do, and Spencer still was nowhere to be found. Yes, things might be uncomfortable after what happened, and if Throg had a choice on working with Spencer, he wouldn’t do it. It was too hard to keep his distance if they were in the same room together. What happened the last time they were together was proof enough of that.

Every part of him wanted his mate, and not just because Spencer was the other half to his soul. No, Spencer was a great guy. Any man would be thrilled to have someone as smart, funny, kind, and caring as his Spencer.

“He is not your Spencer, Throg. You know this, so stop calling him that.” Throg muttered to himself. “Let’s just find the man, do the job my Caliph has ordered of me, then maybe talk to Hron about changing the ancient family he was to serve.

Throg hated thinking about leaving Hron and his family. He had served them for many centuries, and Throg even looked at them as family. However, it was apparent that being so close to his mate, and keeping his hands to himself, wasn’t going to work.

A thunk and soft, “Crap!” had Throg looking up to see Nug and Jory.

“I told you, you were going too fast. Now look at what you did,” Jory softly scolded.

“I didn’t do anything. It’s the stupid floor. We have pot holes,” Nug insisted.

Jory huffed, “How does a carpeted floor get pot holes, Nug?”

“The carpet covers the holes. Trust me, they are definitely there,” Nug said with certainty.

“That wasn’t a hole you hit, Nug. It was my foot and it hurt like the dickens,” Jory hissed.

Nug looked contrite at his longtime friend. “I’m sorry, Jory.”

Jory seemed to soften with those simple three words, “It’s fine. How about we just take it a bit slower this time?”

Throg wasn’t a naïve man. He knew true love when he saw it. Hell, just working with Hron and Petree could educate a man on the “love look”, and these two little Nakaka were definitely in love. What Throg didn’t understand was why they hadn’t done anything about it?

Would that loving look ever have crossed Spencer and Throg’s faces when they were together? Most likely. Hell, it might already be there on Throg’s part, because damned if his heart didn’t beat a little faster, whenever his mate walked into a room as it was.

Shaking his mind clear, so he could focus on his goal, Throg asked, “Nug. Jory. Have either of you seen Spencer today?”

“He was in the infirm...”

Jory elbowed Nug, “Hush. We agreed we wouldn’t tell.”

“Tell me what?” Throg practically growled.

Nug stood up straighter, “You can’t growl at us, because Groth will beat you up. He said so and you were there. You heard. I know you did.”

Jory nodded, stepping a bit behind Nug. “He did. Groth said anyone that threatened, or tried to hurt us, he would take care of them.”

Throg blinked. What the hell were these twerps talking about? “I didn’t threaten you, or try and hurt you.”

Nug raised a brow, “That growl said otherwise.”

“Look, I’m not threatening you or Jory, but I need to find Spencer. Hron has ordered us to do an important project and I need to find Spencer, but I can’t find him anywhere,” Throg said in frustration.

Nug nodded, “You have to find the flash drives.”

Jory elbowed Nug. “Exna on the sevirda.”

Nug looked confused as hell at what Jory just said, as he started asking, “Wh…?”

At the same time, Throg gasped, “How did...”

Throg shook his head. “Never mind, just tell me where Spencer is, so we can get to work on this.”