Page 58 of Sweetheart

“Can we get started now?” Tristam piped up. “I’ve been waiting, very patiently, I might add, to get my hands on my mate’s tormenter.”

Levi turned to the demon who had become a brother to him. He grinned at Tristan and the tight hold he had around Jason’s waist. “You just had to pick my mate’s twin,” he teased. “I should have known.”

Tristan laughed. “My mate is the most perfect soul in the entire universe. He punched me in the face as a hello.”

Jason snorted. “You grabbed my ass in the middle of the bakery.”

“It was what I wanted to taste!” Tristan argued.

Striding forward, Levi tugged Tristan into a quick hug before turning to Mason’s twin. “Nice to meet you.” He held out his hand.

Jason reached over to hug him. “Welcome to the family. You totally got the short end of the stick.”

Breaking away, Levi shook his head. “Your brother is everything I’ve ever wanted in a mate.”

Jason pressed his lips together. “I want to threaten you that if you ever hurt my brother, I’d do something terrible.”

Levi lifted a brow.

“But there’s the whole paranormal thing so that probably won’t work,” Jason said. He perked up. “Oh! I have a demon! Don’t make me sic my demon on you!”

Levi smirked.

Tristan groaned.

“Uh, hon,” Tristan whispered to his mate, “that’s probably not a good threat either.”

Jason whirled. “Demon.” He waved his hands in front of Tristan’s tall body. “Now, sure, I haven’t worked out what Levi is yet but…” He waved his hands again. “Demon!”

“I’m a gargoyle,” Levi said.

Jason’s eyes widened. “Okay, admittedly that’s pretty fucking neat, but demon!”

“Levi is one of the trainers in my realm. He can kick my ass,” Tristan told his mate quietly. “And does on an almost daily occurrence.

“Oh!” Jason responded. “Cool. So he’s badass and will keep my brother safe. I likey!” Rubbing his hands together, he smirked. “My father?”

“This way.” Axel waved toward the back of the shop.

Bo’s shop had been a gift from his mates to house the custom furniture he built but the back of the building was where he did the manual work. The tools the hellhound Alpha used were impressive and were also probably pretty intimidating to the humans. Not that they needed to use any tools. They were some of the most powerful paranormals in the world.

Tied up were five men and thankfully they had gags in their mouths. Levi didn’t want to ever hear another word from Mason’s father and the other man that had hurt Levi’s mate.

“What are we going to do with them?” Levi questioned.

“The hounds will take them down where Mal has a special place he is preparing for them. From what Jason had told us, this group is responsible for numerous deaths and the extinction of a couple species of paranormals,” Axel said.

“That many?” Levi asked.

“This goes back many generations,” Gavin said. “It wasn’t until Jason and your mate broke away that anyone began to question what they were doing.”

“From what we’ve gotten out of them, there are only twelve remaining members of this group. All men. All over the age of fifty. What they called the true hunters,” Tristan said.

Levi shook his head. “How did we not know this was happening?”

“We knew about hunters,” Axel said. “Mostly, the practice of hunting our kind has died out. People just don’t believe any more.”

“Which is a good thing,” Gavin said. “The old days…they were filled with complete societies wiped out because of fear. Even innocent humans were slaughtered.”

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