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“Don’t argue with him on semantics,” Arvandus advised. “Remember, sentinels are always literal.”
“It is a strength for us to take things literally,” Albrecht told his mate.
“Apple, you’re fucking perfect. I’m just saying these other fallen knights sometimes bitch about the way sentinels see the world.”
“I’m not one of those fallen knights,” Samson argued.
“Can you please alert the D’Vaires that you plan to have your matebond ceremony before you focus on solving this mystery?” Brynnius pleaded.
“I will call Rafe and Aleksander in the morning,” Roman promised.
“Are we adding the RKs to our team?” Arvandus asked.
“Let’s keep it just us for now,” Grant replied. “I’m not sure how our bosses will feel about us nosing around in a case related solely to humans, even if it is an investigation into my former life.”
“Knowing Drystan and Conley as we do, they will probably advise you against it,” Albrecht said. “I wish to add that if at any time you change your mind, we will stop pursuing leads at your request.”
“Thanks, I know that no matter what we find or how this plays out, I can count on you guys.”
“Did you enjoy the lime popcorn?” Brynnius asked.
Grant glared at Samson. “I told you it was good.”
“Which I told B, but he worries because he wasn’t done fussing with the recipe,” Samson retorted.
“I will keep improving it until your matebond ceremony.”
Roman shook his head at Grant. “I guess it’s no use telling him it was perfect and that we loved it.”
“Apparently not,” Grant said.
“Good is not the same as perfect,” Brynnius protested.
“I think we all need another round of beer,” Arvandus said, standing up. “I’ll go get it.”
“You’ll need help,” Grant commented, springing out of his seat. He had a matebond to look forward to and an investigative team dedicated to aiding him in unraveling the truth. The next few weeks would prove interesting.
Chapter 30
The next evening, Grant dropped silverware into the caddy in the dishwasher as the doorbell rang.
“Are we expecting anyone?” Grant asked as Roman walked toward him.
Roman kissed Grant and shook his head. “Nope, I didn’t invite anyone. Want me to get rid of whoever it is?”
“Your social skills are nearly as bad as our romantic planning,” Grant muttered as he smacked Roman’s denim-clad ass and headed for the door.
“Fine, but I had planned on sucking you off on the couch.”
“Which you’re definitely still going to do,” Grant called out as he turned into the foyer. He opened the door and was surprised to find four men in the hallway. “What’s up, guys? Are we being arrested?”
“I don’t want to know about your kinks,” Arvandus said.
“We have news regarding our project,” Albrecht stated firmly.
“Our project?” Grant asked. “You mean human me? Wow, we just agreed to do that last night.”
“Yep,” Samson replied. “You enlisted two sentinels to help you. Better let us in so they can fill you in on what they’ve learned.”
