Theron pushed past us at the entrance of the living room. He marched straight toward the seer, flicked his wrist, and ordered, “Get up, son. I haven’t seen you in years.”
The seer sighed in exasperation but pushed off the black couch. “Hi, Dad.”
My eyebrows shot up in surprise.
Theron crushed him in a powerful hug.
I blinked and whispered, “Wait. He’s your brother?”
“Adopted brother,” Godric answered quietly. “My mother and father adopted him when his parents split up.”
I jerked to face him. “I thought mates were forever.”
“I can hear you two,” Cassander muttered.
Theron released him from his embrace and patted his back hard. “You’re coming to dinner in three days.” He flicked a finger at the rest of the individuals in the room. “They’ve already been trapped into coming, thanks to your brother taking time off to follow his mate around for a few days.” He swung his finger at the fox. “Youwillcome.”
Cassander ran his hands through his silver hair. “I think I have plans—”
“Bullshit. You’re coming.”
Cassander groaned. “Fine.”
Theron slapped his shoulder. “I’ll cook your favorite.”
The seer perked then. “Lasagna?”
Finn even looked up from his bracelet.
“Absolutely.”
Godric grunted.
Cassander peeked at him under his lashes. “I’m still the favorite.”
His lion took offense and growled.
I held tight to his hand when he stepped forward. “We have stuff to talk about. No fighting.”
Dizzy. I was dizzy with all of this.
The man wearing orange swim trunks was ancient.
I was falling for a lion.
A stalker fox could kill them all.
Oh, and I was undying now.
It would take time to adjust to the crazy.
My eyes skimmed to the other three men. “Let me guess. You’re shifters too.”
Wolfe flicked his gray hair off his forehead. “Of course.”
Rune leaned back in a recliner, rocking it back and forth slowly. His grin was sinful. “And you fucked God and reached immortality.”
Alaric’s chest rumbled with laughter. “Best nickname ever. Just for that line.”
