Page 55 of Out of Sight

“Thank you for making her the body, by the way. She’s doing very well in it.”

“Lucia? Well, that would make sense.”

He looked over and checked with a small spell. She was asleep. It was light sleep but still sleep.

“Yes. She makes sense for me with every facet of possible relationship goals. She’s a mage, she’s beautiful, she’s creative, and she has picked up nine minor magics without noticing it. Oh, she’s also listening in the phone. Her mind is linked to cell signals. She’s asleep, but her mind is seeking the comfort of the signals that kept her alive.”

“Shit.”

“Indeed. Anyway, I have to make arrangements for dinner.”

Achilles chuckled. “Is she hooked on coffee?”

“No. Tea seems to be her thing. If she switches to coffee later, I will be ready.”

Achilles said, “Why haven’t you been out as yourself? I have tons of your work at my home.”

“Because I didn’t want to go buddy-buddy with you or ignore my new mate. She comes first and requires my attention. I offer it freely, and now that I know her needs, I can be there for her as we begin to move in local society. Learning together.”

Achilles chuckled. “You are smarter than I am. I was pursuing my mate relentlessly until our third told me just to cool it and wait. When she was ready, she came to us, and now we are expecting our first.”

“I believe you had more grace than that, Achilles.”

Achilles smiled. “Perhaps. You will have to ask Keres when you meet her.”

“That will be interesting. How will you explain me?”

“My cousin who was still a teen when I left? Tall, hot, rarely wears a shirt?”

He chuckled. “Succinct.”

“Indeed. She will be excited when I tell her there is another sculptor in the city. She will want to race us for charity.”

Yorwell chuckled. “She knows you are part giant?”

“She may have suspected.” Achilles’ tone was wry.

Yorwell laughed softly. “Are there any other straight lineage giants here?”

“No, you are it.”

“Ah, well, I am sure that Lucia will get used to standing out in the crowd at my side. I am fairly sure she does not quite appreciate my height.”

“How tall are you?”

“Seven two calm and seven eight agitated. That is as small as I get.”

“And if you relax?”

“Seventeen feet.”

Achilles chuckled. “Remain confined. I don’t think my ceilings can take it.”

“Story of my life.”

“So, dinner tomorrow?”

“I will ask Lucia. If she’s up for the visit, we will be there.”