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“Girl, updates,” Kenzie demands, drawing my attention again. “Now. Or else I’ll be forced to start stalking you.” “Nope. Position’s already taken,” Crypt calls from the back.
Baelfire finally joins us inside and scowls when he glances at the menu behind the counter. “Not many vegetarian options.” “That’s fine. I’ll eat potatoes again.” He sighs. “My sexy mate, Angel of Death, love of my life—they are called fries.”
“Don’t look at him again,” I warn her, letting my voice drop to deadly levels. “And if you make one more passing remark about any of my men, I will cut those horns off of your fucking head and strangle you with your own spine.” “Aww,” Bael coos behind me. “Did you guys hear that? Her men. I love when she gets all murderous and sappy.” A searing glare quickly replaces his happy grin as he looks back at Eisha. “But to be clear, my mate will absolutely fuck you up, so keep your beady little eyes off the merchandise.”
“Do they want some?” “I mean, if you’re offering—” Bael starts. Crypt elbows him hard. “No. We buy our own roadkill,” Everett says, watching with obvious disgust as the twins chow down like they’ve been starved for decades.
He laughs and elbows his girlfriend. “Ready to go, you infernal whore?”
Kenzie told me about motorcycles weeks ago, but it’s my first time seeing them in real life. Those look fun. Everett, Silas, and Crypt follow where I’m looking. Everett scoffs, speaking telepathically. I’d offer to buy you one, but those things are death traps.
My mother sputters and waves my words away like that's the stupidest possible suggestion. “Is what I heard from Keith Erikson’s mother about what happened at Everbound true? Did that scaly-assed Del Mar actually put a collar on you? On a godsdamned dragon?”
It's solved quickly when Crypt snorts. “Were you so ridiculously territorial when you were a newly matched dragon, Commander?” Good. Yes. That's a good excuse. My siren dad, Nico, grins. “That she was.” “She damn near burned down the eating hall at Everbound when a girl hit on me a few weeks after the Seeking,” Oscar adds with a booming laugh. “Don't worry, Bael, we won't get in your mate's bubble again. It's very nice to meet you, Maven,” he adds.
“Don't you Brigid me, Silas Crane. Don't forget I used to change your diapers back when your mothers still thought I was a respectable legacy. I still have no idea why they ever thought that,” she whispers with a conspiratorial grin at Maven. My mate’s lips twitch. “Respectable is a synonym for boring.”
“His name is Snowflake,” I add helpfully. “Oh! I like your hair, Snowflake!” she says before hurrying into the house. Everett sighs. “I fucking hate you guys.”
Sliding back into Limbo, I return to the bedroom and immediately relax when I see her perched on the bed, frowning as Frost sits behind her to comb through her damp hair. “I can brush my own fucking hair.” “But you’ll let me do it for you,” he says, kissing her cheek.
Baelfire's dragon chuffs, sending hot, dry air at us as it narrows its gaze on me. I arch a brow. “Are you going to give me my mate back anytime soon?” It makes a whining, growling sound that definitely means no. “Brat,” I mumble.
“Poor fuckers are going to awkwardly lay on opposite sides of the bed in total silence while they wait for you to get back,” Bael laughs, opening a door to the right.
“So, how many times did you have to freeze my ass with magic so you could take a beat without me mauling you?” I check, anxious at the idea of making my mate uncomfortable. “Thrice, but one of those times was to keep you from killing the others.”
“In between fucking, you got fussy about taking care of me and went to get food and water in the middle of the first night. They were waiting outside plotting your death for holding me hostage—their words, not mine. I explained this was my idea and that I’d blocked them out on purpose. Then you carried me back in here over your shoulder, caveman-style.”
Can you bring liquid silver to me? Why the fuck would I have liquid silver? Everett demands telepathically. And if I find out you’ve been fucking our keeper for two days straight without giving her a rest, I’m going to— Nah, wrong one. I block out Snowflake and try again. Si?
The second we step into the hall, Maven is encircled by Everett’s arms. He exhales in relief before jerking back and scowling at the still-healing mating mark visible on her neck, not to mention the other love bites I left. He lifts the hem of her shirt, ignoring the way Maven rolls her eyes as he checks her body.
As soon as my mom spots me, she quirks a knowing brow and waves me over until I follow her out of the kitchen and into one of their spare bathrooms down another hall. She pulls three extra-strength packs of rut suppressants out of the medicine cabinet and slaps them into my hand, shaking her head at me. “For gods’ sakes, use these next time. Your poor mate,” she hisses quietly enough that I know only Oscar can overhear from the kitchen. “Oh, my gods.” I try to shove them back at her. “Look, it was just bad timing.”
“Stakeouts aren’t known for being exciting,” I grumble. “Yes, except for the fact that we have the sexiest woman alive with us.” “Not alive,” Maven corrects without missing a beat, squinting through the windshield even though nothing is happening at the safehouse.
“Twenty-three as of two days ago,” she corrects. What? We all turn to glower at her at the same time.
His eyes widen slightly like he doesn’t want to show too much emotion. “These are your gods-selected matches? My gods, these poor men.” Crypt’s eyes narrow. “Did you just insult my keeper?” Felix coughs, glancing at Maven. “That one looks like he wants to kill me.” “He will if you answer wrong,” she grins at him. Baelfire huffs. Quit giving him your smiles, he says through the bond. Those are mine, Boo.
Maven smirks. “I knew I liked you.” Baelfire sighs, dropping his head forward. Raincloud, are you fucking trying to make me jealous?
