Page 81 of My Salvation

Smiling, his father patted his head once more. “It was not the best scenario to begin with, but having you here, alive, is the best outcome your biological parents and we could have hoped for. The fact that they are willing to admit their wrongs and want to move forward is amazing, Priest.”

He looked at his father. “Really?”

“Really. Remember, eagles don’t live as long as fae. Your mother and I have a few more millennia under our belts. We know change does not come quickly or easily. What was accomplished this afternoon is nothing short of miraculous.”

Priest looked to his mate, who was happily munching away on berries and smiled. “Maybe we just needed a miracle worker.”

His mother looked at him. “So, you have a nest?”

He nodded. “Vesta, my um biological mother, she made it for me. She said it was the only thing she could do for me.”

His mother blinked back tears. “That’s lovely.”

He took both her hands in his. “I won’t use it if you don’t want me to.”

She waved her hands at his concern. “I’m just so happy that they are finally helping you.”

“Someone better,” Cas muttered.

Priest winced. He knew she was still pissed about the egg thing.

“Whatever is the matter, dear,” his mother asked.

“Evidently, we need a nest because I might lay a freaking egg,” Cas complained.

His father choked on his wine, and his mother’s eyes widened. “I mean, I knew it might be a possibility given we hatched Priest ourselves, but… oh dear,” she said frowning.

Cas held up her glass as Merrick hurried over to fill it. “Thank you, Merrick.”

The squire nodded. “If anyone deserves it, it’s you.”

His father turned to him. “Will you be joining us for dinner?”

Priest checked his watch. “Not tonight. I wanted to take Cas shopping for pillows, then check in on the Menace before heading home.” He looked over at Merrick. “Can you let Eion know via the crystal we’ll be having dinner there? He’s been dying to receive more messages.”

Merrick smiled and nodded.

His father gave him a look. “Pillows?”

“My room lacks color. Something I intend to rectify for my mate.”

“It is very plain,” his mother agreed.

Cas downed her wine and held up her glass again.

Priest winced. She was really upset about the egg thing.

Merrick looking sympathetic, poured her another glass.

His mother eyed his mate, then stood and went to the side counter. Wordlessly she began to slice some of the fresh bread Merrick had made. She wrapped it in a towel and handed it to him. He mouthed ‘thank you’. She winked at him.

“How big are eagle eggs?” Cas asked.

“We can figure that out later, my mate,” he said.

His father frowned. “From what I can remember, Priest’s egg was about the size of an ostrich egg.”

His mother’s eyes widened, and she buried her face in her hands.

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