He nodded just as we made it to another set of double doors where yet another man in a tuxedo stood.
I needed to start a list of all the things I was curious over so I could ask him in a better situation. Not when we were surrounded by other people who might have his incredible hearing.
“Are those security guards?” I asked him instead.
“Yes. We don’t need it, but it’s more the impression.”
I’d fucking bet. “I was thinking, if you want to get out of here sooner, I can pretend to faint so we can leave faster. Wink at me or something. That can be our sign. But you have to promise to catch me.”
“I’ll think about it.”
“What? Catching me or me fainting?”
“Catching you.”
I tightened my hand over his inner elbow and groaned. “Never mind. At least point your mom out to me so I can pretend to use the bathroom when she starts to make her way over.”
“Too late,” he said just as I spotted a tall woman making her way over with Achilles and Alex’s almost twin, Leon.
Shit. “I can’t make a run for it then?”
“Sorry.”
He wasn’t sorry.
Fuck.
First of all, if this was her, she didn’t look old enough to be his mom. The woman seemed to be in her fifties, her hair a shade of blonde that no bottle in the world could recreate. It was styled in an elegant up-do, her makeup not exactly light but done really well. I felt like an expert now that I’d spent so much time looking at makeup tutorials on my new computer. A couple inches shy of the sons at her sides, she was formidable looking. Her skin tone was a deep tan like The Primordial’s, and I totally understood how her DNA wasn’t 100 percent human. Even from a distance, she hadpresence.Her features made her heritage indescribable. I was fairly certain she had contacts in, but whether they were naturally purple or bright blue, I had no idea.
Her children were beautiful just like she was.
What the hell did their dad look like?
“No,” I said, pretty sure she could hear us, and I wasn’t above sucking up. “That’s not your mom.”
“Yes, it is,” he replied.
“Are all your brothers and sisters from the same mom and dad?” I asked.
That got me a glance out of the corner of his eye. “Yes, we only marry once. We can’t exactly get divorced.”
That led to me having more questions, but I managed to keep them in my mouth just as the woman and her two sons stopped right in front of us.
Oh man, someone was not a fan of me, and I hadn’t even opened my mouth yet.
Then again, now that I had a better look, her expression was Alex’s default one, so maybe not.
His arm flexed under my hand.
“Happy birthday, Mother,” he greeted her.
The woman turned her cheek to the side, and Alex leaned forward just enough to brush his mouth across it, my hand sliding down until I touched his wrist.
Her smile reminded me of a shark.
No, not a shark.
That wasn’t aggressive enough. Something older, bigger. She was whatever it was the T. rex had fought in one of the Jurassic Park movies.
