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“Good morning,” Connie said as he reached out to hug Kit.

“Morning,” Kit said, stepping back.

Freezing, Connie shot Kit a confused look. “Kit?”

“Not here. Let’s go back to Hudson’s quarters. We need to talk,” Kit said.

A shiver ran up Hudson’s spine. Those were words no man, nor dragon, ever wanted to hear.

CHAPTER FOUR - KIT

KIT WAS tired and pissed, which was never a good combination. The caffeine was helping with the first one, but not so much the second. Hudson and Connie followed him back to Hudson’s rooms.

As soon as the door closed behind them, Kit swung around to face them. He might as well get straight into it. “Why didn’t one of you tell me I was your mate? Am I a mate to one of you, or both of you?”

“Shit,” Connie gasped. “How did you—”

Kit watched as surprise and horror flashed across Connie’s face. Surprise he got. But horror? Should he be offended?

“What?” Hudson snarled. “Who the hell told you? Iwillbe having a word with them.”

Well, that answered that. Kinda. “Ha, good luck with that.”

Hudson scowled. “What?”

“We’ll get to that in a minute.” Actually, Kit would pay good money to see Hudson attempt to berate his deity. Could be fun. “First, answer my damn question.”

“This was not the way we wanted you to find out,” Hudson said quietly, shoulders slumping. “We fully intended to tell you when the time was right.”

Kit snorted. When the time was right? Right for whom? Yeah, he’d heard that one before.

“But I’m the one who is responsible for this, not Connie. It was my decision not to tell you yet,” Hudson said, taking a step toward Kit, holding his hand out.

Kit pointed his finger at Hudson. “No. We’re not getting all touchy-feely until I get some answers.” Every time they touched him, he lost his mind. “Start talking.”

“Why don’t we sit down? In fact, I think I need caffeine for this conversation. Kit? Please?” Connie asked. “Obviously, you’re upset—”

“Pissed is the term you’re looking for,” Kit snapped.

What was worse than pissed? Because he was there. Oh boy, was he there. How dare they hide this? How fuckingdarethey? Didn’t they think this was something he needed to know? It only affected his damn life, after all. Kit was a human. They were dragons. They weren’t even the same species!

Reading about fated mates in paranormal romances was one thing. Nothing was hotter than a snarly bad boy who was all protective and shit. Getting slapped in the face with it was something else entirely. And he had two of them—mates, that was.

Did they think his little human brain couldn’t handle it? Were they trying to—and hear him out here—protect him? Clue him in gently so he wouldn’t worry his pretty little head?

Oh, hell no. He was not some damsel in distress. This was one time he wished hewasa paranormal, so he could flash some fang and do a snarly growl at them.

Instead, all he could do was grit his very human teeth and not shake those dragons silly. Not to mention, getting his ass yanked into some weird vision thingy by a deity was not helping his mood, either.

“Pissed, then, and that’s very understandable.”

Great. Now Connie was speaking to Kit like he was some sort of wild animal—all soft voiced and wary like they mightfrighten him into running. Hudson might be a king, but Kit could queen out with the best of them, and he was about ready to get his bitch on.

“But give us a chance to explain,” Connie finished. “And coffee. We’re going to need coffee. Lots of coffee.”

“Fine.” Kit stomped into the living area and sat down while Hudson and Connie made themselves something to drink.

“Would you like me to freshen yours?” Hudson asked, approaching Kit cautiously.

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