“This is amazing,” I whispered.
A shuffle came from behind me, and I glanced over my shoulder just in time to see Gage and Gideon exchange proud grins with Garret.
Garret noticed me looking and said, “We built it. Well, we oversaw the construction and helped to build it.”
“Oh, my goodness! I'm so impressed.” Then what they said registered. “Wait. This isn't a new house.”
Gage snorted. “Hardly. It's over two hundred years old.”
I swayed on my feet.
“Indigo!” Garret steadied me.
I looked up at him. “But that means that you're over two hundred years old.”
“I think we've held up even better than the house.” He winked at me.
I gaped at him. So Silas had told the truth about them. At least where their age was concerned. They were old. And they'd been waiting all that time for their promised mate.
“All right, let's get you inside,” Gideon said as he came forward to help Garret usher me up the steps. “I think you need to sit down, Indigo.”
“And eat something,” Gage added as he went around us to unlock the front door. “You need something warm in your belly. That will make you feel better. I mean, I assume you're hungry. We found you in front of a restaurant.”
My eyes widened as we entered a gorgeous foyer with vintage wallpaper and antique lighting. The details inside were just as impressive as those outside. But there were also many modern touches. Electricity, for one. A security pad in the wall, for another.Or did the Victorians have electricity? They might have. I can't remember. I think maybe it was gas. They had gas lights first and then—what the hell am I rambling about? I have to focus. I'm walking into a potentially dangerous situation.But even as I thought that, I knew it was wrong. I was safe. I was finally safe. Not even Silas could reach me there.
Gage went to the security panel and punched in a code. Something beeped.
“You've certainly kept up with the times,” I murmured.
“We learned along with the humans,” Gideon said. “All three of us are pretty good with computers.”
“I'm also great at video games, if you're interested in playing,” Gage said.
“Video games?” I lifted a brow. “I don't think I've ever played one.”
“Gage plays them a lot.” Garret widened his eyes at me.
Gage shrugged. “There isn't much else to do in our spare time.”
“So, uh, you don't date?” I asked.
“Already asking if we're taken?” Gage smirked.
“No, it's just—”
He cut me off, “I'm teasing, Indigo Darling.”
I looked at Garret.
“It's your name,” Garret said.
“Yes, but the way you two say it makes it sound like an endearment.”
“It's hard for it not to,” Gideon said. “With a last name like Darling. It's as if they named you to be adored.”
I went still. The reference to my naming always took me back to my abandonment. But this time, I thought only of the nurse who had given me my name. Was that her motivation? Had she held me—a sad rejected thing—and wanted more for me? Had she hoped someone would adore me? It made me want to find her and thank her for giving me that small amount of love when I had none. Maybe I should have been a nurse. I could have paid it forward.
“Oh, fuck! You fucking asshole! Why'd you go and say that?” Gage shoved Gideon's shoulder as he rushed over to me and pulled me into an embrace.
