Page 102 of Worthy Promises
“I don’t know that I’d call it an empire, but I had to use the restroom, and I prefer ours to any of the other ones in the house.”
“That’s because you like to come in here and sigh over the mural Jeremiah painted for us.”
Amused at how well Worthington knew him, Oliver smiled and nipped his chin. “I never tire of looking at your dragon, and no one is more gifted with a paintbrush than Jeremiah.”
“We should fly later, but first, I have news,” Worthington said. “But before I tell you, we should return to the office so I can share it with my brother.”
Oliver took Worthington’s hand and led him to the door. “Does that mean you’ve heard from Ismay?”
“I have, she’s answered my letter with an email.”
“Interesting.”
“Yes, I was genuinely surprised. I’m not sure I believed she was going to respond.”
“Well, hopefully this is a good thing and we can learn about any siblings you may have,” Oliver replied.
“My Owliver, are you trying to get me to spoil the surprise and tell you the contents of the email before we get to the office?”
With a chuckle, Oliver stopped at the threshold of the massive office of the High Kings. “I think I can handle the suspense.”
Worthington’s gaze raked Oliver from head to toe with such intent that his blood warmed and his brain helpfully supplied memories of that morning when he’d plunged deep inside his mate. “You can handle anything, and you do it with such lovely vigor.”
“Hmm, right now I’m wondering why we bothered to leave our bedroom.”
“Not the best decision I’ve ever made, but since we’re here, we might as well deal with the Ismay issue. However, hold that thought because I’ve gained quite the appetite for you.”
Oliver cupped Worthington’s neck and dragged him close for an open-mouthed kiss.
“Okay, you two are hot as fuck, but you’re kinda in the way of the door,” Brogan said from behind them.
Worthington flicked his tongue across Oliver’s bottom lip, then slowly pulled away. “I’ll remember this the next time you’re making out with Dra’Kaedan, Your Grace,” Worthington remarked with his eyes locked with Oliver’s.
“That’s nice, you want a macaron?” Brogan asked. “Henry made a bunch, and I stole some before Dra’Kaedan could eat them all.”
“I wouldn’t say no to a macaron,” Worthington replied. “Owliver?”
“Sure, I’d love one,” Oliver said.
Brogan passed them each a macaron, and they ventured into the office. The Grand Duke headed straight for Rafe’s desk and without a word set three macarons on it.
“Thank you,” Rafe enthused and grabbed one of the treats.
“We need to talk,” Worthington stated, his hand in Oliver’s. “I’ve received an email from Ismay.”
Aleksander’s eyebrows flew up. “Really? Wow. I wasn’t convinced we’d hear from her at all.”
“Me neither,” Worthington told his brother. “It was rather short, but she invited me to Court Mardas.”
“You’re not thinking of going, are you?” Brogan asked.
“How else am I to learn if we have siblings? If I want information, I need to accept. What choice do I have?”
“Ask her to meet you somewhere neutral,” Brogan replied. “Someplace where I can have you and Oliver guarded by dragons and sentinels.”
“I had an idea to help with safety, but I need to make a call first,” Worthington said, tugging his phone from his pocket. “Trust me, I’ve no intention of walking blindly into danger.”
“Make your call; I’m curious about your plan,” Brogan responded.
