Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 144404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
“We are not talking about this right now.” I wasn’t letting this devolve into sex talk. Lee was right. If Quinn found out the Hell plane could make my son even hornier than he already was, we would be right back at square one. “We have other things to worry about like saving Dean, and that apparently means running a damn heist on Lucifer. Who probably has some harsh penalties when it comes to thieves.”
“Have we thought about asking him?” Trent sat back, his arms crossing over that manly chest of his. “He has a relationship with Myrddin. He might want to help out. Gray could ask him and then we don’t need to steal.”
“Ask him what?”
I practically jumped out of my skin because the deep, familiar voice came from behind me.
Grayson Sloane chuckled as he put his arms around me. “Sorry, Kelsey mine.” He smiled down at me with those gorgeous violet eyes of his. “Damn, but you’re beautiful. It’s going to take a while to get used to being able to see you again.”
His lips came down on mine, and I relaxed against him. It was good to hold him again, to be with him. Trent was with me every day, but Gray had business that led him around the world and across the inner planes. He sighed and settled his forehead against mine as though reveling in the contact.
“How are our boys?” he asked as though we were perfectly alone.
“Well, apparently Fenrir is about to become a man,” I whispered back.
Lee laughed but Evan groaned.
“Hey, Kels, I get enough sarcasm from my mom. Be better,” she said.
Gray stepped back, confusion on his face. “What’s going on? Donovan called me and said I needed to get here immediately. Luckily I was already on this plane. Fen, are you okay?”
“I’m good, Pops. Lee is being a bitch, and Dad thinks I’m going to get to our Hell plane home and become some ferocious beast,” Fen explained. “Just for the record, my vow still holds. Legally I can’t claim her as my mate until her eighteenth birthday. I will give the wolves no reason to invalidate my claim. It was always about more than a promise to her brothers. She is more important to me than her brothers or parents or even you and Mom.”
I understood that. His mate always had to come first. Though I hadn’t considered pack laws. It wasn’t like there weren’t teen wolves who fooled around. Everyone turned a blind eye, but my son was right. He would be held to an impossible standard, and the wolves who didn’t want him to take a crown would look for any excuse. “It’s okay, Fen. I was only joking. We won’t anymore.”
“It’s not like he’s going to fall on me at midnight three months from now,” Evan said under her breath.
“No, I’m going to let you run from me and I’ll hunt you down, mate,” Fen promised.
Evan’s eyes rolled and she shook her head, but there was a flush to her face.
“Dude, not around me,” Lee complained.
“To get us off uncomfortable subjects, let’s try one that’s even worse,” Trent said, looking up to Gray. “Donovan called you because we need to get out of here tonight. There’s a new Profane in town, and they caught Lee, Dean, and Rhys coming out of the Hidden One’s compound. Dean took the hit for Lee, and Kelsey has assured me the only way to save him is to let Liv here work a spell. Liv, tell the dark prophet what you need.”
Gray turned, and his violet eyes went black as he confronted my bestie. I heard a growl coming from the back of his throat and knew his horns were probably threatening to come out.
Liv frowned his way. “What is that about? It’s not like I ever came after you, Gray. Way to hurt a girl’s feelings.”
“You came after my children,” Gray said, speaking around his fangs. They were sexy fangs, but I didn’t need them right now.
“I was unaware you had any of those.” Liv’s eyes narrowed as she proved she knew where to stick the knife in.
Fenrir and Gray had a rough last twelve years. Gray had been forced to remain neutral given his dark prophet status, and he’d had a hard time adjusting to being the new head of the House of Sloane. In order to maintain his control on the house and not have it fall back into his father’s hands, he’d had to descend regularly, and he’d struggled with it. He’d scared the hell out of Fen and they—being men—had let years go by without talking. When I’d returned Fen didn’t even call Gray papa. Naturally I put a stop to that. Puff had been a “sorry I nearly decapitated you, son” present along with some jerky, and all was forgiven.