“Father and sister. Father runs the winery, and sister... well, no one knows what she does.”
“How old is she?”
“Twenty-five, thirty? I haven’t been able to get much information. The family calls her a little bastard, but they smile when they do so.”
“So, Zara will have another female in the family. That’s good.”
“She will also have you.”
“That goes without saying. Oh, you are back.”
Zara walked in and moved to the couch, slowly sitting, but Randolph took her hand, and she smiled brightly.
Emma sat back and watched as Randolph put his number in.
Progress was being made. A few months and there might even be a bonded quad in front of her. She quietly crossed her fingers that grandbabies might happen.
Randolph wasn’t getting any younger.
* * * *
Zara was chatting withLuna when she felt the darkness get closer. “I think my date is here.”
Wren sighed. “It’s about time. Let me know when the third one shows up. I will make sure you are secure when you are joining.”
Zara chuckled weakly. “Uh, nice offer, but I don’t know if it is appropriate.”
Wren said softly, “He has agreed to do so. That is the only vulnerable time of a demon union. You all have to move together to weave together evenly.”
Zara blinked. “Really?”
“It’s just a bite, well, three bites at the same time. That is why they are spaced that way.”
Zara felt the hand slipping against hers and could feel his silhouette. “Hello, Ran—Rayd.”
He chuckled. “My guess is that my grandma was talking about me yesterday.”
“Frequently. She’s very proud of her little Randolph.”
He snorted softly as his grandmother chortled. “I got bigger, but I was a delayed grower.”
Zara smiled. The affection was there, and Emma had no hesitant mannerisms when dealing with her grandson. She treated him with the same deliberate care that she did Zara. It was a relief. He had no hostility or irritation when talking to her, and there were no bad vibes coming through the contact.
So, if he were a demon in other aspects of his life, she would just have to find out later.