“I’m smelling you. Hold on.”
He chuckled, his chest vibrating against my head.
I sighed. “You’re ruining it.”
“I’d like you to meet someone.”
“Okay.” I tipped my head back to stare into his eyes.
“It’s my father.”
CHAPTERTHIRTY-FOUR
Inside Godric’s warm embrace, I pivoted and placed my back against his chest, a warm smile on my face to greet his father.
The view had me stopping short in confusion.
And a little fear.
I sucked in a lungful of oxygen. “I don’t understand.”
A honey-haired man wearing a pair of orange swim trunks and a gray t-shirt stood before me. His muscles bulged under his beachwear attire, and black flip-flops graced his feet. His age was indistinguishable—maybe twenty, maybe thirty—but his penetrating dark eyes were still scary as hell.
“Poppy, this is my father, Theron King,” Godric explained, a careful hum in his tone. The golden lion was being gentle with me. “Father, this is Poppy Carvene. She’s my mate.”
Immortal. They’re all immortal.
I shivered again at the remembrance.
Theron’s gaze honed on me with his son’s words, his eyes narrowing. “Your mate?”
Scary, scary man.
“Yes, my mate. We figured it out today.”
He strolled forward with strong legs.
I stiffened and pressed harder against Godric.
Theron’s gaze never left mine. He dipped and leaned in toward me. His nostrils flared as he smelled my hair, my shoulders, and even ducked against my neck to sniff at my throat.
Weirdest parent meet-and-greet ever.
“Godric?” I asked, my voice shaking.
Theron was trailing his nose up my neck, smelling my skin the whole way. He huffed against my neck. Then his nose pressed harder, his chest expanding as he inhaled again.
Godric hugged me tighter. “It’s okay, pet.”
Theron pulled back and straightened.
His eyes were wide in surprise. “There’s no darkness.”
“I know,” Godric said, his tone gentle.
Then I remembered Godric’s mom.
One of the six matings that were magically wrong.
