“It’s been a lot,” I reply wearily, and he scoffs.
“That is a slight understatement.”
I head toward one of the open doors and peer into the cell the breeders were in. It’s better than I expected. It’s set up like a studio apartment. There is a bed and a small living space with a food preparation area and a door on the back wall, which I’m assuming leads to a bathroom.
“Wow, they really were encouraging them to play happy family.”
“Matthew said they would rotate people if they ended up not being compatible or attracted to the person they were with,” he tells me, leaning against the doorframe.
“Well, some of them must have been. There are twenty-five kids who prove they had some success.”
“Talking of success, how do you feel about your little brother?” he asks cautiously as I continue to poke around, grimacing when I notice cameras in the corners of the rooms.
“I wonder if they got to be themselves. You know, let their inner alien out occasionally, or if they were completely trapped. I’m surprised none of them didn’t go mad.”
“We don’t know that they didn’t, that’s why the Celestians are assessing them before letting them out in the wild. We don’t want to release unstable predators into the galaxy.”
I put the books I had been using to distract myself down and turn to face my mate.
“I’m happy, of course, but also pretty devastated that he came into the world in these kinds of circumstances.”
“Your parents look fairly attached to him,” he says as I move out of the room, brushing past him on the way. I guess he must be thinking of Sanshia’s reaction to her baby.
“Yeah, they did, but they obviously had a solid relationship before they got stuck in here. Thank goodness that stayed strong and didn’t break.”
“Your dad seems to be struggling to adjust to having an adult daughter.” Tirrian follows behind me as I move through the facility, heading toward the children’s quarters again.
“Yeah, it must be a bit of a shock. I was about four when they died. They only have memories of me at that age. It’s going to be a big adjustment for us, but I can’t wait.” I gasp and whirl to face my dragon.
“My grandparents! They are going to be so happy. Not only did they get their wife back, but now they will have their long-lost son and daughter-in-law with a bonus grandson. Oh, and Bubby. He’s going to be pissed he missed this.”
We didn’t tell Bubby of our suspicions about Lester. He’s probably sitting pretty in the circus pod, thinking everything is normal.
“Okay, how about we get these fireworks on the road? I don’t know about you, but a nice flight through the dark Nevada desert might be just what we need to distract us from all this.” Tirrian waves his hand around, and I sigh.
“Sounds freaking perfect.” I throw my arms around his waist and give him a hug. “Let’s hope they don’t pick us up on the Area 51 radar.”
He laughs and gives me a kiss. “That’s just keeping them on their toes. I’m sure there hasn’t been a credible UFO sighting in years.”
“They are called UAP now, thank you very much, and lord knows we are pretty damn phenomenal.”
I remove the dress Xavier conjured, and Tirrian’s eyes narrow with lust, and he takes a step closer.
“Easy, tiger, we have a hidden facility to destroy. If you keep it in your pants now, maybe before we hit the handy-dandy button, we can fool around a little.” I pluck the button off his armor. I left mine in my armor in the other room and won’t be able to grab it once I’m in dragon form, but at least we have one. Now how am I going to carry it? I remember one of the tricks Xavier taught me with warlock power.
I wave my hand, making a couple of gestures, and when I feel the interdimensional pocket form, I tuck the button into it, ready for when we finish flying. Tirrian’s eyebrows jump.
“That’s pretty damn handy,” he tells me, sounding impressed. “Can you put these in there too? They are my favorite.” He hands me two swords that he pulls from the scabbards on his back. I saw him wielding them before, and he was fierce. He then proceeds to strip off the rest of his weapons—knives, guns, and grenades—handing them to me. I roll my eyes but put them all in the hiding space, ready to retrieve at a later time.
Finally, he’s done, and he pulls off his armor and stands naked in front of me. “Well, I mean, I guess we have a few moments,” I say and step closer, running my hands over his body.
“Yes, absolutely. We can be quick,” he assures me and pulls me against him, his rapidly hardening cock pushing against my front as he takes my mouth with his.
It’s been a stressful day, so sue me for wanting to take a little stress relief.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Maxsim
