They high-fived one another.
Then Alaric turned his attention our way, his brown hair shining under the overhead light. “Congratulations, by the way. We heard she doesn’t stink with the darkness. It’s about damn time that shit ended.”
Theron pegged each with a hard stare.
All three instantly went mute.
Theron proceeded to kick off his flip-flops, lie down on the floor, and put his hands under his head as a cushion. He stared at the ceiling and then closed his eyes as if he were taking a nap. Little grains of sand fell off his shoulders and onto the carpeting near his head. If someone walked in, he would appear like a tourist who was worn out from picking up seashells.
“This is just weird,” I mumbled.
Godric pulled me close to his side, his golden eyes holding mine. “You’ll get used to it.”
Cassander fell back onto the couch. “Let’s get this going. I’m getting hungry after all that lasagna talk.”
I held up a finger. “Hold on. I know this is a delicate topic, but I need to ask. What did Godric mean when he said your parents split up?” I nibbled on my bottom lip in worry.
“They’re still mated,” he clarified. He was so patient when he talked with me. It was a kindness I appreciated. He explained further, “God told you about the six matings that were cursed. My parents are one of those matings.”
“Mine too,” Finn added.
“Same,” Alaric supplied.
Rune grunted. “Crazy ass parents here too.”
I glanced at Wolfe.
He nodded. “We’re the offspring of the curse.”
My brows rose. “All right.”
Godric pulled me by my hand to the loveseat nearby. He sat down, and then pulled me onto his lap. His heat and scent wound around me in the most pleasant way. The lion man rubbed my back, massaging my muscles.
It was time to get down to business.
Godric growled. “Okay, here is what we know. Black creatures, no eyes, sharp claws, and stank like mud, tried to attack today. They weren’t human or shifter.”
“Golems,” Cassander supplied. “I’m pretty sure they were golems.”
“What’s a golem?” Rune wrinkled his forehead.
“A creature formed my magic,” I stated helpfully.
All six pairs of eyes snapped in my direction.
Theron didn’t move from his ‘nap’ position.
“What? I like to read old books.”
Cassander snickered. “She’s right. It’s a magical creature created by clay and then animated to life.”
Finn asked, “So someone is behind it?”
Cassander continued to give his knowledge. “They would have to be, but I’m not sure who.”
My brows furrowed.
On the field, Cassander had said, ‘The bastard must be weak.’
