Page 48 of Heron's Flame

Okay. His adoption?

He shifted back to Cerys. “Did you ever wonder if those paranormal books you used to read and the movies you always loved to watch might be real?”

“Not since I was about ten years old,” she said with a smirk.

“What if I were to tell you that they are and that I’m one of them? That my whole club is, and we’re all the same kind?”

His gaze bounced between us.

Bewildered, Cerys looked at Heron like he lost his mind.

But me? It sort of made sense. I saw what the Reapers did to separate Undertaker, the vargulf, from the powerful wolf, Alpha Caden. I’d seen his wolf clan shift from men to beasts. And the Devil’s Murder? They were called crows because they had a special connection with the black birds.

Oh my God!DUH.

“Heron, are you high?” Cerys asked.

He burst into laughter. “No, Cerys. I’m not. Don’t blame you for asking, but I can see you won’t be convinced unless I prove it. Okay, here goes.”

Wait. Right now?

Heron stood and shrugged off his cut. Brax must have thought Heron would get naked because he covered Cerys’s eyes with his hands.

My man couldn’t resist teasing Brax. “What? Afraid I’ll put you to shame in the package department?”

Funny, but I didn’t like the idea he would have his dick swinging in front of Cerys, either.

“As if,” Brax growled as he flipped him off.

Heron chuckled, stripped his remaining clothes, and concealed his lower body behind his chair.

Brax lowered his hands. Cerys stared at Heron, her cheeks tinged pink. I didn’t think it was sexual attraction but rather a bit of awkwardness and curiosity.

That was as far as my thoughts got before Heron turned into a crow. One second, he stood there, tanned, muscled, and covered in dark ink; the next, he was a fucking crow. The black bird cawed as his onyx feathers flapped. He hopped on the back of the chair and opened his beak, a loud kraa filling the air. Around us, in every direction, I heard the answering caws of numerous crows.

Wow.

Cerys sat speechless. Brax’s friends seemed surprised, too.

“Which of your club brothers are flying above us?” Brax asked.

“None. Those are actual crows. We’re each soul-bonded. That’s the easiest way to describe it. We have different powers. Not everyone can shift like Heron and Hawk. It’s specific to our bloodline,” Carrion explained.

Heron transformed back, and I tossed him his pants, catching a glance at his sexy bare ass. Once he slipped on his jeans and zipped them up, he stepped from behind the chair and took his seat beside me. His hand reached for mine and held it. Amused that I didn’t figure this out sooner, I had nothing to say.

Brax reached for Cerys’s hand. “Baby, are you okay?”

She nodded, then hoarsely answered, “It’s a lot to absorb. I can see why you wanted to do it here.” She sighed. “No one seems shocked. Why?”

He kissed her hand, then her lips, and stood. When he kicked off his boots and removed his shirt, Cerys’s mouth popped open.

My eyes widened. Was he something different, too?

Heron’s hands covered my eyes, and I giggled. My man, just like Brax, was over the top on occasion. I didn’t mind, though.

Brax’s deep voice called out, “What’s the matter, bird boy? Afraid she’ll faint after she sees a real cock?”

Heron snorted. “You saw what I’m packing. If your dick were even a tad bigger than mine, you’d be walking hunched over.”

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