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“And if you need sex tips, call me anytime,” Baxter teased.
“No one is ever going to call you for sex advice,” Benton told his other half.
Alaric laughed. “It sounds as if you should focus on Ben’s pleasure and stop worrying about everyone else’s bedroom activities.”
Roman flashed a grin at the disgruntled expression on Baxter’s normally placid face.
“Ben has no complaints,” Baxter stated forcibly. “Tell them, Ben.”
Benton rolled his eyes. “It’s no one’s business.”
“Everyone is going to think our sex life is terrible now,” Baxter refuted.
“Can I put them in a black bubble so I can enjoy a meal in peace?” Chander asked.
“I’m cool with it,” Roman said.
“We want you to be cool with your mate,” Conley replied. “Don’t keep everything internalized. We can’t be here for you if you don’t let us. The human thing? Let’s move past that. Modern humans bear no responsibility for what happened to me and Drys.”
“Yeah, I’m going to put it behind me,” Roman promised both himself and Conley. He’d carried a grudge for centuries, but this was his long-awaited matebond. The last thing he wanted to do was squander it. “The past can’t be a deterrent. I want to be happy and have a mate.”
“With an attitude like that, I believe you’ll find success,” Nikolai said, lifting his goblet. “Now, shall we have a toast to your mate? What’s his name?”
“Grant,” Roman replied. “His name is Grant.”
Nikolai smiled. “To Grant…who will soon find out how very lucky he is that Fate picked him to be a part of our world and to be paired with an honorable man dedicated to our Council. Grant has a wonderful life ahead of him. You both do. I thank Fate for finally granting you this gift. Few deserve it as much as you.”
Humbled, Roman clinked his glass with his friends’ and drank deeply. It was imperative that Roman do whatever it took to build a future with Grant. Thankfully, he’d learned long ago to be tenacious, and he hated any unsolved case. Now that Grant was on his radar, it was Roman’s duty to aid his other half in learning what he needed to know to accept Fate’s gift.
Chapter 5
Eternity pursed her lips and flicked her ice blond hair out of her face. The Order of the Fallen Knights wasn’t her creation, but they were immortal, so their happiness was immensely important to her. There were specific rules created for each race added to the planet, and fallen knights weren’t allowed to have human mates. They didn’t need them. Vampires did, which was why they had them.
There were no exceptions.
So, what was her sister thinking to link Roman and Grant? Eternity shoved her voluminous silver dress out of the way to march through the gilded palace she shared with many members of her family. Their home went on forever, and rooms were added regularly with magic. It was never easy to find Fate, but Eternity could not rest until she had answers.
Leaving the garden where she often slept, Eternity waved a hand to clear the viewing mirror where she’d watched Roman sit with his dearest friends trying to understand his afternoon. She found herself in a long hallway, and a motion out of the corner of her eye had her turning her head.
Through a magical portal linking theebirlloba—the realm of the dead—emerged the goddess charged with caring for deceased souls. Death’s red hair flowed behind her as she charged forward, and Eternity wasn’t surprised by the anger in her dark gaze.
“Where is Fate?” Death demanded.
Eternity shook her head and linked her arm through her best friend’s. “I don’t know, but we need to find her.”
“You saw what she did to Roman, then?”
Before Eternity could reply, a blonde charged into the hallway with her sword in hand.
“Fate!” Justice yelled.
“News is traveling fast today,” Death mused.
“Did you see what she did?” Justice demanded, her lip curled in disgust.
“We did,” Eternity responded.
“They are mine, you know,” Death said. “I get to confront her first.”
