That’s why I feel drawn to them.
They’re my mates.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Titan
Iignore Steel’s side eye when I settle back into my seat after giving the council a talking to about how they were treating Dalia.
I didn’t like it, and I knew I had to make it stop—so I did.
But I also know I could’ve put us in hot water with Iero’s council, which is what Steel’s worried about.
At least that’s what I think he’s worried about. Maybe he’s just as worried about Dalia as I am.
Yeah, that’s probably what it is.
This woman has the three of us in a tizzy—not a word I ever thought I would use to describe the three of us.
After all, we’re hardenedreiters. We don’t do tizzies, but here we are.
“They’re here.” Steel sits up straight, eyes moving to the door.
It takes another moment before the sound of motorcycles rattles around the room. “So they are.”
“Excuse me.” Steel pushes to his feet. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but the rest of the MC has arrived. I need to go down to greet them and figure out where the hell we’re all staying tonight.”
“I’ll come with you,” Dalia says, shooting to her feet. “I’ll see what’s available so we can get you all situated tonight. My sisters can catch me up on everything when they return home.”
Morrigan makes a noise but says nothing. The look on her face makes it clear she thinks this is a bad idea.
Dalia shakes her head. “Don’t do that. I know you’re mad at me, but this is my job. It’s what I always do. You don’t need me here for this part of the conversation. If I happen to think of something that will help, I’ll let you know, okay?”
“Yeah, fine.” Morrigan dismisses her sister with a wave of her hands, and my mouth stretches into a snarl before I’m shoved from behind.
Steel raises his eyebrows when I turn back to him, and I bite back on the anger building inside of me.
I don’t like the way Morrigan treats her sister, but it’s really none of my business, is it?
It’s not like there can ever be anything between the three of us and Dalia. Nothing more than friendship, anyway.
“Are you coming?” Dalia asks with a grin, and I gesture for Steel to go ahead.
As the pres, he should be the first one out, anyway. It’s his face they’ll want to see after a long ride—especially since we left them alone for hours.
“You three go ahead. I need to grab something from my office, so I’ll meet you down there.” She moves toward one of the doors before pausing. “How many of you are there?”
“Forty, including us.”
She nods slowly. “Okay. We’ll get this figured out, I promise.”
When she steps into what I’m guessing is her office, Steel starts down the steps. By the time the three of us make it outside, the entire club has pulled up outside the town hall. They let out a cheer when we step outside.
Steel shakes his head with a laugh, raising his hands to quiet them. “Welcome to Iero. We have delivered the warning, and they’ve accepted our offer to help.”
They let out another cheer as everyone climbs off their bikes—some removing their helmets, while others keep them on.
As Steel is settling them down again, the door swings open, and Dalia steps out holding a binder in her hand. She smiles as she joins us.
