“We all have mates,” Carson said, grinning.
“Ah…I hate to break up this family reunion, but Tristan is probably wondering what’s holding me up,” Remy said.
“Oh hell, Reeve will have my ass for delaying you,” Kahn muttered. “C’mon, the rooms are this way.”
After inspecting all the spaces, Remy asked Kahn, “Did Tristan say how long his pack would be staying?”
“No…but I’m guessing for a couple of days at the most. It depends on how soon Rudy shows up,” Kahn replied.
“They are going to need cots, food, and water,” Remy said. “Is he going to handle that?”
“I don’t think so…at least he didn’t say anything to me about it,” Kahn said.
Walking back into the hallway, Remy looked at the piles of furniture Kahn had moved from the meeting rooms. “Is there any other place for this stuff?” he asked.
“Not really.”
“Hmm…okay.” Then, with a wave of Remy’s hand, the furniture disappeared, only to be replaced by stacks of cots, blankets, cases of water, and boxes filled with food. “There…you should be all set for at least three days. If you run out of anything, give Carson a call so I can replace the items.”
Unable to believe what had just appeared, Kahn walked over to a cot and touched it before moving on to the other items. Finally convinced that all the supplies were real, he turned to look at Remy and asked, “Who did you say you are?”
Chuckling, Carson stepped forward and said, “He’s Remy, my mate, but he’s also Ruler of the Mystic Kingdom, Great Warlock, and Keeper of All Magic.”
“No fucking way!” Kahn muttered, his eyes as wide as saucers. “Your mate is the King of Witches?”
“Well, to be precise, Remy’s the King of Witches and Warlocks,” Carson replied, smiling.
“No fucking way! Oh shit, I said that already,” Kahn said, staring at his cousin.
“That you did,” Remy said, smiling.
“Does Tristan know who you are?”
“He knows,” Carson replied.
“He didn’t warn me,” Kahn whispered. “He’s a fucking asshole!”
“Well, I’ll leave you to sort that out with him, but we have to go,” Remy replied, trying to keep from smiling at Kahn’s reaction. “I’ll be back shortly with the first group.”
Stunned, Kahn couldn’t believe how quickly Carson and Remy had vanished. There wasn’t even time to say goodbye or anything elsebefore he found himself standing alone in the hallway. Shaking his head, he headed toward the first room. It had been a while since he had any contact with his friends in the Silver Point Pack, and was now eager to see if some of them would arrive with the first group. It would be good to talk to them again, since they hadn’t seen him since he’d left to pursue his art career.
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“Mom?”
“I’m here,” Lizzie said, breathlessly, after answering the phone.
“Are you okay?” Dylon asked, worriedly. “You sound a little strange.”
“No, I’m fine. I was upstairs going through our clothes since we won’t need any winter ones out in California, although come to think of it, I should save a few of your father’s sweaters and coats just in case he…just a minute, I better write that down or otherwise it will fly right out of my head. There, I swear this list just gets longer and longer. I don’t remember moving being this hard the last time we did it.”
“Maybe it’s because you lived where you are now longer than in any other place,” Dylon replied.
“That does make sense, I guess, but I don’t see how that would apply this time since we only lived here slightly longer than we did in the last place your father was stationed.”
“Mom, I don’t think thirty years is only slightly longer,” Dylon laughed. “And don’t forget you and Dad had to go to so many events when he became Vice Chair which means you probably have a ton of new dresses and other clothes. And what about all the entertaining you guys did? It all adds up.”
Sighing, Lizzie said, “I forgot all about that.”
