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  Indigo Alloy

  Mixologists and Pirates Book Six

  Frost Kay

  Contents

  Audiobooks

  Also by Frost Kay

  1. Missing Mate

  2. Kinky Cuffs

  3. Gag me with a spork

  4. Money Talks

  5. It’s all about presentation

  6. Frankenstein and Stripper Heels

  7. Perfecting the art of domesticity

  8. Bless your heart doesn’t mean what you think

  9. Sea monsters and failed escape attempts

  10. Always resort to the fetal position

  11. Is this a dream?

  12. Tying up lose ends

  13. Don’t be a scaredy-cat

  Epilogue

  Let’s Chat!

  Indigo Alloy

  Mixologists and Pirates Series

  Copyright © 2019 Renegade Publishing, LLC

  First Edition

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  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any format or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without written permission of the author.

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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  For information on reproducing sections of this book or sales of this book go to www.frostkay.net

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  Formatting by Renegade Publishing

  Copy Editing by Madeline Dyer

  Proofreading by Pauline Creeden & Kate Anderson

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  Audiobooks

  Are you an audiobook addict? I’m happy to announce that all books in the Mixologists and Pirates series are available now in audio! Listen now!

  MIXOLOGISTS AND PIRATES 1-3

  AMBER VIAL

  EMERALD BANE

  SCARLETT VENOM

  CYAN TOXIN

  ONYX ELIXIR

  Also by Frost Kay

  THE AERMIAN FEUDS

  Rebel’s Blade

  Crown’s Shield

  Siren’s Lure

  Enemy’s Queen

  King’s Warrior

  Warlord’s Shadow

  Spy’s Mask

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  DOMINION OF ASH

  The Strain

  The Tainted

  The Exiled

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  MIXOLOGISTS & PIRATES

  Amber Vial

  Emerald Bane

  Scarlet Venom

  Cyan Toxin

  Onyx Elixir

  When I started writing this series over three years ago, it was a way to let out all the fun, quirky craziness I locked inside so people don’t run screaming when they meet me.

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  My parents have been fans of Star Trek, space opera, and all things sci-fi my whole life so I was bound to love aliens. I plan to keep writing in this world in the future. And while Indigo Alloy is the last book in the Mixologists and Pirates series, there is lots in store for the gang in the future.

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  Some of you have asked if my family is really southern. Yes, yes they are. My mama’s family is all from the south where bless your hearts and sam hells are a part of every day life.

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  I hope you’ve enjoyed the journey as much as I have.

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  Hugs,

  Frost

  One

  Missing Mate

  Blade

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  He ran a hand down his face and tried not to inhale too deeply. Allie’s scent was all over him and it was driving him crazy.

  Her sleepy form, from that morning, stumbling into his kitchen wearing only his shirt floated to the forefront of his mind. Blessed stars, he’d almost leapt over the counter that morning and tackled her. He’d never seen anything so alluring and sexy.

  A purr rumbled in his chest, and Blade coughed to curb the possessive sound. If Allie heard him purring like that, she’d probably try to beat it out of him with all of the ferociousness of a fuzzy kitten.

  A smile tipped the ruined sides of his lips as he scanned the area outside of the restroom, while music, laughter, and conversations reached his ears. He ignored the interested looks cast his way. He wasn’t handsome in the conventional way, like Lev, but there was something about his scars that attracted females if they were brave enough to approach him. His lips curled as he caught the eye of a Kanji woman who batted her eyelashes at him.

  He hated a simpering woman, not only that, but he knew she’d arrived before Bastian had made the mating announcement. It was shameless and it disgusted him.

  Blade’s ears perked up as Allie hummed a little tune in the bathroom. He cocked his head and stared at the blood red door, his hands itching to hold her again. Tonight, they were supposed to be playing a part, but he wasn’t playing. His Human was flighty as a damn bird when it came to his advances. When they’d first met, it had been frustrating, confusing, and irritating as hell to have her shun their bond and practically run away. He’d made a few mistakes, but in the end, he’d always been a strategist.

  Allie hadn’t reacted to his Av courting, so he’d tried a different tactic. He’d studied Human culture and mating rituals extensively, and, much to his surprise, it worked. His mate hadn’t even noticed how much she’d let him into her life or how she sought his company without thought.

  A lightness filled his chest at the thought. Her mind might not be completely made up about him yet, but her body and heart already knew who they belonged to. It was a test of his patience and endurance, but he’d wait for her as long as it took.

  He inhaled again and huffed out a breath as her sweet scent intoxicated him. Stars, it was going to be the death of him. He would need another suppressant soon so he didn’t end up accosting her and kidnapping her like his barbaric ancestors.

  Although… stealing her away and keeping her to himself sounded as close to bliss as he could imagine.

  A throaty laugh pulled his attention toward the bar. It was bizarre to watch the Av agent Karma interact with everyone while wearing his mate’s face.

  Speaking of which… Allie was taking a bit long—

  Blade’s body tumbled forward as an explosion rocked the Scarlet Kiss. Pain ricocheted through his ribs as his momentum carried him into a metal table. Sirens, screams, and cries pierced the air around him, but he blocked all of it out.

  He scanned the room, his gaze touching on Karma, Lev, Coal, and Bastian who all seemed fine. Smoke burned his nose, and his eyes watered as he turned back to the bathroom. A deep-seated terror soured his belly as smoke crept from beneath the powder room door like phantoms.

  “Allie!” he yelled. Had the blast originated from there?

  Blade stumbled to his feet, his ears ringing, and ran toward the powder room entrance. His shoulder slammed into the ornate door, but it didn’t move. He crashed his weight against the obstacle preventing him from reaching his mate, but the heated metal didn’t budge.

  “Lev! Coal! I need you,” he howled, terrified for Allie.

  His brothers pushed onto either side of him.

  “On the count of three,” Lev said, as calm as ever. “One, two, three!”

  Muscles straining, Blade and his brothers used everything they had to get inside. The door groaned, and something crashed heavily in the powder room before it gave way and swung inward. Blade
tore inside, his eyes tearing up from the thick smoke and fire that licked along the gaudy walls.

  “Allie!” he bellowed, moving farther into the room with Lev and Coal.

  No Allie.

  Coal leapt over some burning debris and froze on the other side. “Blade…” he said cautiously.

  Blade lunged forward, his heart galloping in his chest at the thought of what his brother had found. He wiped his eyes with his shirt sleeve, and a stillness settled over him as he laid eyes on what his brother had discovered.

  A three-foot hole gaped in the wall across from them. The fractured tile around it looked like faded, broken teeth. He didn’t need to guess who had taken his mate.

  He lunged forward and growled as both of his brothers grabbed his arms, holding him back. “Let me go!” he snarled.

  There wasn’t time. If Sloven had Allie, it wouldn’t be long before she ended up dead, or wishing she was. He tried to jerk free, but Lev and Coal manhandled him back just as the ceiling collapsed, sealing the way to his mate.

  His body trembled as he snapped his teeth at Lev. His brother’s turquoise eyes narrowed on him.

  “Get yourself together. You’re not thinking straight. You’d be dead if we hadn’t pulled you back,” Lev shouted over the madness around them. “You can’t help her if you’re dead.”

  Blade jerked his chin once in understanding. Panic meant death. He needed to be calm to find Allie.

  Lev released him and shoved him toward the exit. “Time to go.” He turned to Coal. “Anyone else in here?”

  “Not that I saw, but I can’t smell a damn thing in here.” Coal coughed. “There’s too much smoke.”

  Numbness settled over Blade, and he dispassionately scanned their surroundings before leaving the burning powder room.

  His lungs burned. His eyes watered. And he doubted he would be able to smell anything for a long time.

  But none of that mattered.

  It was time to hunt.

  They’d tried to imprison the monster who’d sired them, but it wasn’t enough.

  The only way to keep everyone safe was if Sloven was dead.

  Two

  Kinky Cuffs

  Allie slowly opened her eyes, the skin behind her temples pounding. A moan slipped past her lips, and she squeezed her eyes shut against the harsh light.

  Lord almighty, her head hurt.

  She lifted her hand to rub her forehead and froze when cool metal slid across her wrist. She cracked her eye open against the blinding light and squinted at her wrist. A deep blue cuff circled her delicate bones.

  What in the Sam hell?

  Allie bolted upright and held her hands out in front of her, examining the handcuffs, the lose chains slithering against the bedding underneath her. Her heart picked up its pace, and she fought to keep from hyperventilating as images flashed through her mind of the night before.

  A Kanji woman spritzing herself with perfume.

  Dizziness.

  Collapsing.

  Sloven’s face leaning over her as he smiled and caressed her cheek.

  “Oh no,” she breathed.

  Her hands shook as she stared at the cuffs. He’d kidnapped her. She had to get out. Right now.

  Spinning on her knees, she wrapped her hands around both chains that were attached to the wall and frantically yanked. Her sweaty fingers slipped, causing the metal to bite into her flesh. Allie hissed and adjusted her grip to pull harder. A bitty growl escaped her when they didn’t move.

  She placed her feet against the smooth wall and braced herself, putting all her weight into the chains. “Come on!” she panted as she gave it her all.

  They didn’t move.

  Or creak.

  Nothing.

  Her back hit the mattress as her strength lagged, her arms flopping uselessly by her sides. Her brows creased as her situation really settled in.

  A bed.

  She was lying on an enormous bed.

  Panic surged through her, and she jackknifed upward. Allie ran her trembling hands over her body, searching for anything that might be amiss. Her distorter and shoes were missing, but, other than that, her clothes were in perfect condition, albeit wrinkly.

  Her gaze wandered to the fluffy white pillows beneath her bare feet. No one may have touched her yet, but the bed wasn’t a good sign. There were only so many things one could want with a female on a bed.

  Allie scrambled to her feet, her heels sinking into the comfortable mattress as she once again wrapped her hands around the chain and pulled. Her jaw clenched as she tugged with all her might.

  “Gaaaaah!” she yelled, releasing both chains. They weren’t coming off that way.

  She wrapped her left hand around the cuff on her right wrist and tried to tug her hand through it. She gritted her teeth as the metal dug into muscle and skin, and she yanked harder. Pain bloomed around the area as the cuff removed the outermost layer of skin, but otherwise didn’t budge.

  Her gaze narrowed on her knuckles as she huffed out a breath. There was no way she could get off the darned contraption if she broke her hand, and that wouldn’t help her because her other hand would still be trapped.

  Tears began to gather in her eyes as she dropped to the bed. Allie pulled her knees to her chest, wrapped her arms around her legs, and pressed her face against her knees. If she didn’t calm down, she’d go into full-blown panic attack mode, so she began to count in her mind and tried to sync her breathing with her slow counting.

  Inhale.

  One, two, three.

  Exhale.

  One, two, three, four, five.

  Her racing heart slowed, and she blinked back her tears.

  “You’re just fine, Allie Sai,” she whispered to herself. “Calm down.”

  She took another minute to pull herself together before she uncurled and really examined her surroundings. The room was rectangular in shape, with two white metal doors facing the bed and no windows. What she assumed to be a closet was to the right of the doors. Two white, modern-looking side tables sat on either side of the gray bed like boxy sentinels, topped with plain, silver lamps.

  Allie crawled to the edge of the bed and curled her fingers around a lamp. She frowned when it didn’t budge. Her eyes narrowed on the piece of furniture. The darn lamp was welded to the top of the side table.

  She peered down the legs of the table, and her upper lip curled. The whole thing was bolted to the blasted floor.

  Sloven didn’t trust her much.

  Allie snorted and scooched back to the middle of the bed, gazing at the empty walls. There wasn’t anything inherently sinister about the room, but it made her uncomfortable all the same. She snapped her fingers.

  “It’s the colors,” she muttered to herself.

  The whole room was bland, and it screamed laboratory. A thread of panic wormed its way into her chest, but she shoved it down, latching onto the anger of being at the king’s mercy again. The rotten alien always seemed to be one step ahead of the team and herself.

  Allie glanced back at her wrists and stared at the cuffs, wishing she could shoot lasers out of her eyes and incinerate them. A chuckle escaped her, and hysteria built until she was laughing so hard, tears leaked from the corners of her eyes, and she clutched her stomach.

  The mirth passed, leaving fatigue so heavy it felt like someone had attached weights to her eyelids. But sleep meant vulnerability, and she didn’t want to think about the possibility of anyone sneaking up on her while she slept.

  Absentmindedly, she twisted each cuff as she eyed the smooth doors facing her. What lay behind them? Did she really want to know?

  She tugged at the restraints but only managed to remove more skin. Allie cursed and forced her palms to rest against the bedding on either side of her legs.

  Allie frowned down at her lap.

  From the moment she met Sloven, she knew there was more to him than met the eye. Craziness seeped from his person like bad body odor on a crowded transport. It sucked being kidn
apped and chained to a bed, but at least she was alone. And that was a blessing in and of itself.

  She wiggled backward, until she was cushioned by the pillows, and reclined. It might be a while until someone came for her. She might as well make use of the bed and figure out how in the worlds she’d ended up in this situation.

  You being here isn’t a surprise.

  The team’s plan had been a good one, but Allie honestly hadn’t believed it would work. If Sloven had been able to get into her apartment while in prison, what other things could he have had in place, too? Her stomach flipped as Sid’s abused form rose in her mind. She closed her eyes, trying to fight the nausea that swirled in her belly. Goodness, she hoped he was okay.

  Sloven had told her Sid was alive, but she didn’t trust a word that came from the king’s lying trap. Allie doubted he even knew how to tell the truth, much less recognize it. Liars were a dime a dozen, but the ones who believed their own lies were the scariest. They lacked touch with the world around them and had an uncanny way of convincing others that the words they spoke were truth.

  What she really wanted to know was how in the worlds he had escaped the prison. She’d never seen such a secure place, and, yet, he’d been the one to drug her. Allie’s brows furrowed.

  Someone could have used a distorter.

  She brushed that thought away. Sloven had wanted her to see his face right before she blacked out. His brand of vanity was unique. So, it came back down to him escaping prison. She didn’t doubt that he had powerful allies. Her lips pursed. And just as powerful enemies. No one could get to him in the prison, but if he escaped…