Slowly, and very displeased, Rilen swiveled his head toward his twin. “Talk. About. What?”
Touching the back of Rilen’s hand around my waist, he turned back to me. “Savion is my father.”
A string of words in a language I’d never heard spilled from him. I didn’t know what he was saying, but I knew he was swearing.
A lot.
“This just makes everything more complicated…” Rilen twisted his lip.
My forehead wrinkled in confusion. “What makes you say that?”
“He’s your father?”
“Who raped her mother repeatedly,” Roran added. “The only thing that’s more complicated is she’s half vampire. And needs blood to live.”
Rilen rolled his eyes. “How many times did you have her bite your dick, brother? Does it look like pilsu cheese yet?”
I burst out laughing.
“None, thank you very much. I was waiting on that.” Roran cocked his head. “Do you have… fangs?”
“Are you really ready to see that?” I asked.
Taking my hands in his, Rilen turned me toward him. “You feel no loyalty to him.”
I paused and thought for a minute. “Is there a way to go beyond the words, ‘hell fuck no’? Because that’s probably not even as far as I’d need to go. I had a father. He taught me to use the sword I carry. He gave his life for me to live when the boat went under. I will always carry his name.”
Rilen brought his mouth to mine and kissed me. It was soft and suggestive, and I caught Roran’s smile out of the corner of my eye.
I held my hand out to him, and he grabbed it. I pulled him in close.
“I don’t want you fighting. Dorian can be his own idiot if he likes, but the idea that you two are at odds hurts my heart.”
“It’s the nature of brothers to hate and love each other at the same time,” Roran said with a wink. “You’ll get used to it.”
I rolled my eyes. “Roran. Do you have an erection again?”
“When don’t I around you?”
Rilen whispered in my ear, “It was the dick comment.”
I twisted and looked at him. “That’s only ninety percent of your conversations.”
Roran tried to look offended, but in the end, just shrugged. “Guilty.”
I couldn’t believe how happy I was to be back with the two of them. I belonged here, with them. No matter who my sire was, no matter what I was. These two—three—were home.
“We don’t have time to tour the city,” I whispered. “We have to go after Dorian. I won’t let him die because he’s stupid enough to go after Savion.”
Rilen nodded as Roran took my other hand. “Let’s get back to Staviz. You can see the city when we’re back from saving Dorian from his own arrogance.”
* * *
I legged up on the horse, and every part of my lady-bits screamed in protest.
It was a delightful scream, though.
Roran and Rilen had worshiped every part of my body late into the night.
