Page 47 of How to Hide Your Angel Kid

Good to know that his mate was prettyandsharp. Galent puffed out his chest, extremely proud.

Regrettably, his knot went down. Zarrie had just begun nursing from Pinks when it happened; Galent had to hold back all the lascivious things he wanted to say. Instead, he lifted Pinks and Zarrie off his lap, and tucked Pinks’ blanket under his ass to catch the leakage. It had already begun pouring out of him.

“Galent,” Pinks hissed. “I sleep with that thing!”

“Oh. I guess I’ll bring mine over. We can share.”

And now Pinks was blushing. “Yeah, you totally did that on purpose.”

“Totally,” Galent said with a grin.

He’d retreated to put on some fresh clothes when a knock came at the front door.

Pinks groaned. “What now?”

Galent straightened his clothes, heading to the living room. Pinks followed him.

“Stay back,” Galent growled.

He prowled over to the door, keeping his body between Pinks and their unannounced visitor. Then he looked through the peephole.

On the porch, his butler threw his hands into the air, smiling brightly. “Surprise!”

“What the fuck,” Galent said, and opened the door.

Handsome waddled in as though he owned the place. Like always, he wore a great, quivering mustache, his body pear-shaped, his waistcoat impeccable. The butler peered through his fake monocle at Pinks, then took off his top hat and sketched a bow. “You must be Overlord Fangy’s New Consort.”

Pinks wrinkled his nose. “Overlord Fangy? New consort?”

Galent planted his hand on Handsome’s face and shoved him back out onto the porch. Then he slammed the door and bolted it shut. “I didn’t even give you my address!”

“Ah, but you forget that I can track you down by your phone.” His butler sounded extremely pleased.

“Didn’t that mage ward this place?” Galent growled. “How did you get past it?”

“Possibly because I don’t mean you actual harm,” Handsome said dryly. “My only intention is to make your ears bleed with—Oh! Speaking of. Have you met my brothers, Lord Fangy? Have they given you an emergency copy of the Holy Text?”

Pinks sucked in a slow breath, his face pinched. “‘Holy Text.’”

“Yes!” Handsome shouted through the door. “It’s the holy grail of courtship. It contains the most crucial nuggets of wisdom.Reading even one line from that book will make your mate swoon at your feet.”

Pinks stared at the door, stricken. “Oh, no.”

“I think you know the book I’m talking about,” Handsome said slyly. “And I think my brothers have given you a copy to have and to hold, in sickness and in health. You will cradle that book in your arms like ye own babe, you’ll tuck it into bed—”

Galent cringed. “Handsome, would you mind leaving me to my own courtship? You are not helping.”

“Surely your Consort would love to hear your embarrassing childhood stories.”

Pinks blinked. Galent shook his head hurriedly.

“No, no. He doesn’t need to hear them.” Galent stepped between Pinks and the door. “You may leave.”

“Once upon a time, Baby Lord Fangy had a stuffed elephant called Wee-Wee,” Handsome began. “He grabbed it by its wee little nose and dragged it everywhere with him. One day, his parents decided that Wee-Wee’s squishy butt had dragged through too much mud, and they sent him off to wash. Little Lord Fangy wasinconsolable.He sat under a tree and cried. He tried to breathe fire at everything, but he was sobbing too hard.”

Galent flung open the door, his ears burning. If any story had the potential to turn a mate away, it was that one. “I was three!”

“Yes!” Handsome threw his hands into the air. “Your Consort should know how absolutely adorable you once were, before you grew into a grump.”

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