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Lady Fen blinked. “Do you have a picture?”

“Yes. I photographed her at a wedding last weekend, but you can also turn around and look behind you. Hi, Lyric.”

Lyric was grinning and said, “I got your address and grabbed some clothing for your stubby form. Who is that?”

“My great-grandmother. Lady Fen. She looks really familiar.” She grabbed the omega and turned her to face Lyric.

Lyric got shorter, and she looked at the other woman. She blinked and grinned. “Now that is a face I see in the mirror or will in a few decades.”

Lady Fen stared at her and blinked. “Will you submit to genetic testing?”

Lyric nodded. “I will. In case you wonder, my parents were swingers, and they swung a little too hard. Condoms broke. Genetic scans didn’t exist, and I am my father’s beloved little bastard. I had a good life and never lacked for love and care. My brother’s mate is over, so I am making myself scarce today. They get loud and shock the grapes.”

Lady Fen smiled. “Excellent. I will call my daughters, and they will get something prepared for you. We will go, and I will take you to one of your aunties’ salons and get your split ends sorted.”

Draven stepped forward. “Not until Win has something to eat. She has metabolic weaknesses. She needs to eat.”

He picked her up and set her down on a chair where a plate of waffles and sausage was waiting with a side of strawberries. He waved his hand over her plate, and steam began to rise.

“You know how you just picked me up?”

“Yeah.”

“That is why I was staying tall.”

He grinned and kissed the top of her head. “You are adorable at any height.”

Atil and Wellyn seemed to realize they were being left out and came over to touch her arm and back. With all three of them in contact with her, something strange happened.

The scent of strawberries came to her, and she tried to hide it. She drenched everything in sweet-smelling syrup, and the moment one of her mates let go of her, the smell disappeared.

At least she knew how it worked now, but it meant her first time with consent was going to be a doozy. She hoped they could find an extremely big bed. It was going to be one weird game of twister.

Chapter Eight

Lyric had grabbed some clothing from Win’s apartment.

Win wasn’t surprised when Lyric said, “Rayd helped me get it open. He seems to have adopted you in some manner.”

“I think it was because he really liked the photos of his wedding. Soul photography isn’t as common as it used to be.”

“Oh, right. Well, he got your equipment, and we grabbed your clothes. It has certainly been a weird honeymoon for them, but they appear to be having fun.” Lyric smiled. “Your stuff is in one of the storage buildings at the winery.”

“Thank you for doing that.”

“Well, they were watching your home. I am guessing they got through the barrier on a justice boner.” Lyric shrugged.

“I am waiting to be interviewed by police, but we were outside the city, and that means they are going to have to find some law enforcement to lay charges but are also going to have to explain why they stopped a bus full of children and attacked a bus driver while attempting to steal two of the girls.”

Draven asked, “Miss Lyric, why are you so confident? You are a target as well.”

“Oh, my brother and his legion are at my disposal, and a bunch of demon alphas is not something they look forward to. My brother drove a pack of them off when I was ten, and they haven’t come near me since.”

Win asked, “Did you bring me a bag?”

“Oh, yeah. This way.”

Lyric grabbed the bag and tossed it at her. Win grabbed it, and her dress slid off her shoulders, leaving her yelping and holding the bag to her breasts. She held the bag with one hand, lifted her skirt with the other, and went in search of a bathroom.

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