Page 88 of Mystique of the Fallen
Stunned that their little team had already started investigating, Grant stepped aside to allow their guests to enter the condo. His plan had been to start researching after he and Roman finished eating, but apparently, that wasn’t quick enough for the sentinels.
Everyone headed for the living room. Roman’s gaze was surprised, but he didn’t hesitate to hug Arvandus and Samson in greeting.
“Hey, guys, can I get you anything to drink?” Roman asked.
“Beers would be great,” Samson said. “B brought snacks.”
“Oooo, what kind?” Grant asked as Brynnius set a large plastic container on the coffee table.
“I chose a mixture of cookies, brownies, and blondies,” Brynnius replied.
Grant dearly wanted to sample everything, but he forced himself to aid Roman in the kitchen with the drinks.
“Get napkins,” Roman commented. “I don’t want crumbs everywhere.”
“Consider it done, Calixtus,” Grant replied, grabbing napkins from their pantry.
With a spring in his step for the deliciousness awaiting him, despite having just finished dinner, Grant returned to the living room and passed out napkins along with beers. He squeezed into an oversized chair with Roman as he bit deeply into a chocolate chip cookie.
“Brynn, any chance I can entice you to move in with me and Roman?” Grant asked after he swallowed. “It’d be nice to have a little dog to love on, and we’ll even let you bring Samson. Also, why didn’t you bring Princess with you tonight?”
“Sorry, but we’re keeping them,” Arvandus stated emphatically. “Get Roman to learn to bake, or here’s an idea…get a fucking cookbook and do it yourself.”
“He says that like it’s his ass baking all these yummies,” Grant muttered to Roman.
With a chuckle, Roman kissed him. “Yeah, he’s always been an asshole.”
“To answer your question, Princess is with the reapers,” Brynnius explained. “She wanted to hang out with the huskies, plus I did not know if I was welcome to bring her to your home.”
“Brynn, she is always welcome,” Roman replied.
“Did you speak with Rafe and Aleksander to plan your matebond ceremony?” Albrecht asked.
Grant nodded. “Yeah, Roman and I did that this morning. They assured us they’d take care of everything. Hopefully, we aren’t imposing on them and the entire family because we suck at this shit.”
“Don’t worry about it, they love planning ceremonies,” Arvandus assured them. “It’ll be beautiful.”
“All Grant and I have to do is decide who we want involved in the ceremony,” Roman said.
“Dump it on someone else if it’s too overwhelming, then no one can blame you for making the wrong choices,” Arvandus suggested.
“Is that what you did?” Samson asked.
“No, Apple and I are grown-ups and made those decisions ourselves,” Arvandus replied. “Well, Apple made most of them.”
“Of course he did, Albie is the only grown-up in your relationship,” Roman remarked.
“Roman and I will figure it out,” Grant vowed despite the nerves in his belly. The last thing he wanted was to create an issue between the people they cared about.
“Don’t worry, baby,” Roman said, brushing their lips together. “Our family is huge. Not everyone can take part, but no one will be hurt. We’ve been through enough of these to know that.”
“Exactly,” Arvandus replied. “Now, if you were a sentinel, you might have an issue because the Darays are nuts.”
“Yeah, you must find a job for everyone or hand the entire thing to Alaric and Chand to decide,” Albrecht muttered.
“Thankfully, we were mated before the Darays got as big as they are now,” Arvandus added.
“Are you trying to scare Grant or help the guy out?” Samson asked.
