Rafe grunted. “The only kind you have.”
“You must be Devony.”
She nodded. “And you must be Aric.”
“Ah. My reputation precedes me,” he said, crossing Rafe’s quarters to greet her. She expected a handshake, but got a brief embrace instead. “It’s great to meet you, Devony.”
“You too, Aric. Rafe’s told me so many nice things about you.”
Rafe chuckled. “All lies, obviously.”
Aric glanced at Devony. “You really like this dickhead, huh?”
“I love him.”
“I guess someone has to.” He shook his head and reached for Rafe’s hand. As soon as he had a hold on it, he pulled him in for a tight hug too. “I heard what happened in London. You gotta stop almost getting your ass killed, or I’m going to need to find a new best friend.”
Devony’s nerves calmed as she watched the two men catch up. After a moment, Aric’s attention returned to her.
“Everyone’s already gathered in the war room, but I wanted to catch both of you before you head down there. Especially you, Devony.”
She nodded. “All right.”
“I don’t know if Rafe told you, but I’ve been recruiting for a special unit these past few months.”
“The daywalker team,” she said. “Yes, I’ve heard.”
“Good. Because I’d like you to be part of it. If you’re interested, that is.”
She could hardly hold back her excitement. Except . . . “I’d love to, Aric. But I don’t want to be part of a team that doesn’t include Rafe.”
“Yeah, I had a feeling you were going to say that.” He swung a look at Rafe. “I’ve got a spot for you too, if you want it. The team will be based here in Boston, but our assignments can take us anywhere our specialized skills are needed.”
“Sounds interesting,” Rafe said, wrapping his arm around Devony.
Aric nodded. “We can talk about it some more after the introductions downstairs. Lucan just arrived with Gabrielle and Gideon and Savannah. Your parents are here too.”
Devony stared at Rafe. “I’m meeting your parents tonight?”
“Of course. They’ve been dying to meet you since I told them about you.”
Oh, God. Now, her nerves came back with a vengeance.
“Wait a minute,” Aric said, a strange look coming over his face. “You mean, Tess hasn’t seen Devony yet?”
Rafe shook his head and his friend arched a brow.
“Why?” Devony asked, worry washing over her even though Rafe’s blood was utterly calm. “What’s going on?”
“Some time ago, my mother saw a vision in a seer’s eyes. Mira’s eyes.”
“One of the Order members from Montreal,” Devony said, recalling Rafe mention some of the other warriors’ names since they’d arrived in Boston. “What did your mother see?”
“I don’t know. A vision of me with my mate, apparently. And our children.”
Devony gaped. “You never told me this before.”
He gave her a nonchalant look. “Didn’t I?”
