Page 29 of Swamp Kings 1

Kult whipped his grin back at them. “Who said that?”

Handy raised his right hand and wagged his fingers, grinning back.

Kult pointed at him. “New body. Pronto. So I can kick your ass.”

“Looking forward to it.”

Kult’s grin grew teeth as he raised his brows. “She wants tomarryme.”

“Oh God,” Handy muttered, genuinely astonished. Not that she wanted to marry him but that he was clearly considering it.

“Our baby is growing up,” Fin approved.

“She proposed to you?”

Kult regarded Fetch. “More like made manipulative demands on me.”

“Your favorite,” Fathom chuckled. “She’s perfect for you.”

“You all approve?” Kult asked, actually seeming to care.

“We do,” they all answered at once.

Kult regarded Handy and Kaphas. “You?”

“If she makes you happy,” Kaphas said.

Kult nodded at him. “And Handy?”

A chuckle came with his, “You can tell us apart.”

“So very easily. Kaphas doesn’t present as an asshole.”

Handy laughed, taking it as a compliment. “I kept that trait for myself. But about yourMary.I think she’s perfect for you.”

“Except?” Kult pressed, bringing Handy’s grin.

“Except she’s only wanting to marry you because she thinks you need chaining down.”

The look that brought to his face was every bit worth the laugh he now guffawed.

“What is he talking about?” he asked Fetch who appeared clueless.

“Maybe the jealousy?”

Fathom’s kind suggestion was met with Kult’s pushy, “What jealousy?”followed by his rabid gaze zipping between all of them as if the answer ran for its life from him. “Why would Mary bejealouswhen I’m obsessed with her, and she knows that?”

“This is a tricky subject with females, brother,” Fin assured, his face darkening.

“What makes you suggest it?” he demanded of Fathom.

“Merely repeating what Rosalie informed me of.”

“Which is fucking what?” he pried with exasperation.

“I honestly haven’t fathomed it,” Fathom assured, his expression nearly mirroring Fins.

“What’s funny?” he asked a chuckling Fetch.

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