“Yeah, I’d like to get to know your brother.”
My eyes sting slightly at how sincere he is. Vince wanted nothing to do with Attie. Said he wasn’t my real brother, so what did it matter?
“Okay, and maybe after I can show you around? I know this isn’t my clan or pack or anything, but I think it’s kind of a cool place.”
“As long as you don’t talk about how you got around, I’ll be fine.”
I let out a laugh at that and link my hand with his, pulling him back toward Attie’s trailer.
“I won’t. What I told you is all you’ll ever get. Just remember, I’m an omega and I have needs.”
As we walk toward the lawn chairs Attie has set around an unlit firepit, I hear Glenn murmur, “And now I can take care of those needs.”
He sure can, I think, as Attie hands us each a mason jar with clear liquid inside.
I sniff at it and rear back. “Gods, not your moonshine again. You know what happened last time I drank this?”
Attie gives me a wicked grin. “Sure do. I think Glenn would like to see that.”
Glenn peers over at me, taking a sip of the moonshine, obviously not as bothered by how strong it is.
“No one is seeing anything,” I murmur, holding the glass away from me. Even the smell is making me drunk.
“Since Arbor is no fun and won’t be showing you how wild he gets with that stuff, you want me to tell you?” Attie asks, but before Glenn can respond, he adds, “He stripped naked and climbed a tree.”
A gasp leaves my mouth. “I did not!”
“You did. Said you could fly. It was fucking great. You flapped your arms and everything.”
My face flushes red, and I can see Glenn trying not to laugh. Fucker. He finds this amusing.
“How did he get down? Did the flapping work?” Glenn asks, and I kick him lightly with my leg.
“Don’t egg him on.”
Glenn shrugs. “I’m interested. Do fae fly? I don’t know much about them.”
Attie leans forward, taking a long swig of his moonshine.
“Some can levitate. Sadly, Arbor’s only magical power is that he glows when he’s really horny.”
“And his scent…” Glenn adds, making Attie bob his head.
“Listen to this. When I met Arbor, I was like, what, ten? And I remember him coming into my room smelling like burnt sugar.”
“Gods, Attie. You don’t need to tell him this.”
“Why? It’s how we began. He should know. I mean, you’re serious about him, right? That’s what you told me earlier.”
I flush even darker, and Glenn peers over at me, his gaze intense.
“I mean, yes, but still…”
“Then he gets the good and the bad, am I right? Your past, present, and future?”
Glenn takes another sip of the moonshine. I can smell it on his lips from here, and I think if he kissed me, I’d get drunk just from the contact.
“Not that I think you being a scared kid in foster care is anything bad,” Attie clarifies.
