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“Yeah, I’m real scared,” Chander fired back.
The sentinels traipsed after their leader, and Drystan flashed a grin. “So, the plan is to annoy Alaric by complimenting him on how good he looks in black all weekend?”
“Challenge accepted,” Dra’Kaedan replied immediately.
Grant had no intention of getting into it with Alaric, so he decided to allow the others to tease the Lich Sentinel. “Thanks so much for putting this together, I never expected anyone to throw an entire weekend at least partly in my honor.”
“It’s our way of welcoming you to Roman’s family,” Aleksander said. “If there’s anything we can do to make your stay with us more comfortable, don’t hesitate to ask.”
Reaching out to grab Roman’s hand, Grant smiled at the High King. “I’m spending an entire weekend sharing a room with Roman, I couldn’t possibly need anything else to make me comfortable, but I appreciate your hospitality.”
Aleksander glanced at Roman and grinned. “Fate’s been good to you.”
“Yes, she has,” Roman replied.
Grant’s eyes met Roman’s, and he stole a kiss. “I think of myself as the lucky one.”
“The thing is, you can both be the lucky ones in a relationship,” Chander said. “When Fate gets it right, it’s two souls perfectly paired. There is no winner or loser.”
“Says the man avoiding going to his bedroom right now to change into his fallen knight uniform because his mate is in it,” Conley teased.
“No one bitches like a sentinel,” Chander replied. “I’ll go change once Alaric is done in there.”
“You’re delaying the inevitable,” Dra’Kaedan insisted. “He’ll bitch the second he’s alone with you anyway. You’re his best friend.”
“I know that, but if I go in the room now, I have to listen to him bitch, and he’ll still be complaining later as we get ready to go to bed for the night,” Chander said. “We’ve had enough years together that I know exactly what he’s going to do…probably even before he does.”
“Sentinels are also predictable,” Drystan remarked.
“Hmm,” Chander commented, his pewter gaze darkening slightly and a small smile playing around his mouth. “I’d say they are predictable in certain aspects of their lives, and others, not so much.”
“Okay, either you’re going to tell us a salacious, sexy tale when Alaric surprised you or you can shut right up,” Dra’Kaedan responded. “Don’t tease me.”
“Let’s just say Alaric surprises me constantly.”
“You’re a horrible person,” Dra’Kaedan retorted. “Be nice and give me some details.”
“Go talk to Bax if you want to hear all about someone’s sex life,” Chander said.
“No thanks, I’ve heard more than enough from Bax through the years,” Dra’Kaedan replied. “Since Chand’s going to be a prick, let’s get Roman and Grant settled. Our newest VK has a ton of people to meet.”
“We’ll go get changed and meet you back here?” Roman asked.
“Sure,” Dra’Kaedan said. “Now, scoot.”
With Roman’s hand securely in his, Grant left the great room as Chander and Dra’Kaedan continued to bicker good naturedly about the Arch Lich’s reluctance to share details about his sex life. Although Grant hadn’t been at the D’Vaire mansion long, he was already impressed by their thoughtfulness and the easygoing vibe of the household. Grant’s nerves settled a little, and his excitement for the weekend grew.
Chapter 19
At two in the morning, Roman climbed into bed dressed in an old pair of sweats and a T-shirt. It was odd since he usually slept in his underwear, but if he was that close to naked with the man settling on the pillow next to his, he’d forget to take things slow. Grant yawned, and Roman smiled.
“Yeah, I’m tired too.”
Grant rolled onto his side so he was facing Roman. “I’m tired, but still strangely hyper.”
“We could talk for a bit if you aren’t ready to sleep.”
Stretching forward, Grant kissed Roman and took his hand. “I don’t want to keep you awake because my brain is buzzing.”
