“I assumed everyone knew. It’s not like it’s some big, deep dark secret.”
“Okay, I can see that. So...I gotta know,” Quintus said.
“Know what?”
“Is it true that she’s a seer?”
“Yes,” Scott answered.
“Really?” he asked in surprise. He thought Scott would have avoided answering the question like he always did when the subject of family came up. “I thought she was only a mermaid.”
“It’s a long story, but yes she is a mermaid—sort of a princess really. And if you’re thinking of asking her to tell you your future or something, don’t. Love the woman, but I think she misinterprets her visions.”
Something had been bothering Quintus since meeting Scott’s cousin Kingston. He’d been half paying attention to Scott and his cousin’s conversation, while he’d talked with Jonah and played with the baby. But what he heard had confused and scared him at the same time. The way Scott and Kingston spoke about their family, it was as if they were in a secret society. More like assassins, or the mob.
“Why do you have that weird look on your face?”
“What look?”
“The one that says you want to ask me a question, but you’re not sure if you should,” Scott told him.
Quintus sighed and then took the fork back from Scott, stalling as he took another bite of his pie.
“Are you going to ask me, or should I read your mind?”
“Don’t you dare. We promised not to read each other’s minds since we figured out how to shut each other out.”
“Okay, then ask your question. Because I can tell you have one brewing.”
“I know you said your family is wealthy and all that, but are they secretly a part of the mob?”
Scott stared at Quintus, blinking a couple of times before he burst out in a belly laugh. He was laughing so hard he almost fell off the bed, with Quintus still sitting on top of him.
“I’m serious,” Quintus said, feeling like he asked a dumb question. “Stop laughing at me.” Quintus put his pie down and was about to get up, but Scott stopped him by pulling him back down on the bed and rolling on top of him.
“Where are you going, kitty?” he asked, still chuckling a bit.
“Home,” he pouted, looking away from Scott.
“You’re so cute when you pout.” Scott turned his face to meet his kiss, making him feel better only a little.
He pushed Scott up, separating their lips. “Don’t try to distract me, Scottland Boroson-Dracul.”
“Oh, so now you’re using my full name.”
“Yes, I am. Now answer my question.”
“No, we’re not a part of the mob. Although...they sometimes act like they are.”
“Am I ever going to meet your parents?” Quintus asked, cupping his cheeks.
“Yes,” Scott answered, turning his head and kissing the palm of his right hand.
“When?”
“In a few weeks,” Scott answered, kissing his wrist then his forearm.
“Are you trying your vampire voodoo on me?”
