Page 56 of Worthy Promises
“Should I call Owliver?” Worth asked. He didn’t want to pester Oliver, but it was hardly his fault if Zarasha was worried about what was delaying her best friend.
“Please,” Zarasha replied.
Snagging his phone from his pocket, Worth tapped the screen and put the device to his ear.
“Hello?” Oliver asked, sounding slightly harassed.
“What’s wrong, Owliver?”
“What is it about Fridays that people feel it necessary to bother me about issues they could’ve brought to my attention this morning or even a few days ago?”
Since Worth’s office voicemail box was probably filling with messages of the same kind, he easily sympathized with Oliver’s frustration. “It’s one of those inexplicable and horrid things that come with business I’m afraid.”
“I’m sorry, we were planning on being over there by now.”
“It’s okay if you need more of a delay.”
“I appreciate your understanding, but Orion may never speak to me again if we don’t get teleported soon. I was about to call you, can you ask Dra’Kaedan to come get us?”
“It would be my pleasure, Owliver.”
“Good, I can’t wait to see you,” Oliver replied.
Those words had Worth’s heart swelling in his chest, and he grinned as he assured Oliver they would be reunited shortly. As soon as he hung up, Worth caught Dra’Kaedan’s eye. “Well, what are you waiting for? Go get my owls.”
With an epic eye-roll, Dra’Kaedan disappeared. Thankfully, he took Brogan with him. The last thing Worth wanted to do was listen to the man bitch because one of the most powerful sorcerers on the planet had dared venture anywhere alone.
“We’re going to have such a fun weekend,” Zarasha exclaimed.
“Without a doubt,” Worth said, his smile growing as he heard the front door opening. A D’Vaire rule put in place by Aleksander didn’t allow any sorcerer to teleport anywhere but to their private bedroom or the front porch. Zarasha took off running toward the hall, and Worth was barely a step behind her.
A few seconds later, his eyes locked with a stunning yellow pair, and he held his arms open. Oliver ignored everyone else and abandoned his suitcase as he rushed forward to hug Worth. A beautiful sense of warmth and belonging flowed through Worth as they touched, and his dragon roared with approval. There was no question Fate had gotten this match right. Worth breathed Oliver in and shifted slightly to kiss him.
Oliver’s mouth was soft, and his tongue darted out to taste Worth. Opening for his other half, Worth relaxed fully in his embrace and ignored the heating of his blood. They’d have plenty of time alone, and Worth wanted Oliver to enjoy every second of the special D’Vaire weekend they’d planned for him and Orion.
Too soon the kiss ended, and Oliver pulled back. A small frown appeared between his brows. “You and Asteria have white wings.”
“We’re having a snowy owl weekend,” Zarasha cheered. “We did it for you and Orion.”
Oliver reached up and smoothed a chunk of Worth’s hair away from his eyes. “Thank you.”
“Absolutely our pleasure, Owliver.”
Chapter 19
The mood was festive as Oliver held Worthington’s hand, and little Asteria preened on the owl shifter’s shoulder. Oliver was being introduced to the entire D’Vaire clan—which connected some of the most powerful families in the Council. He was touched by the number of people proudly displaying either completely white wings or opting for the version with prominent brown feathers found on the females within his race.
Worthington had helped Oliver into a pair, and his lone complaint was the amount of space forced between him and his mate thanks to the broad appendages they’d both donned. After squeezing in little more than a few hours during the week to be together, Oliver was hungry for every cuddle, kiss, and moment he could spend with Worthington.
“Did I mention to be wary of the Daray goblins?” Worthington asked.
“No, why? As far as I can tell, they’re adorable,” Oliver replied. Across the room, Alaric had a pizza-eating goblin on one shoulder and another one with a dagger on his T-shirt standing on an end table nearby. Both goblins had glowing daggers at their sides reminiscent of the weapons sentinels preferred. But the goblins were a foot tall with big pewter eyes and were extraordinarily cute.
“Oh, they are,” Worthington replied. “Just don’t get in their bad books. Like many of the Darays, Rogue and Pizza are always armed.”
“I see their daggers, they’re tiny.”
“Indeed, but they’re sharp. Possibly poisoned. Pizza and Rogue won’t allow anyone to take them away long enough to test them. So, best not to discover on your own that they have a neurotoxin like the sentinels’ and reapers’ daggers. The goblins love to spar and are feisty.”
