Page 30 of Distinctly Daray
Victor laughed. “How would I find sheets in that shape?”
“Hello, you can sew,” Evergreen replied.
With a roll of his eyes, Victor sipped his tea and set aside the Antonovs. He would deal with them eventually, but they weren’t his priority. It was the men he truly considered his family he had to fix things with that evening, and thankfully, they were stubborn but never hurtful.
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Delighted that his classes were done for the day, Keegan waited until VK Valerius was out of sight, then tore down the hall toward Phillip’s dorm. Keegan barely paused as he turned a corner and skidded to a halt with a grin on his face. He pounded on the door, and it whipped open to reveal a sexy sentinel with shock in his dark gray eyes.
“Everything okay?” Phillip asked.
“Yeah, sorry, I’m excited to see you, and I can’t wait to hang out with you and Victor.”
“No apology is necessary.”
Keegan tugged his lips inward to keep from apologizing again, which made Phillip laugh.
“Not a word, Sunshine; let’s go visit our Victor.”
The moment Phillip yanked his cloak out of nowhere, pulled it over his head, and shimmered away, Keegan followed him to just outside the door of the Daray condo.
“How is your dragon today?” Keegan asked as Phillip knocked.
“We reduced my potions this morning,” Phillip answered, tugging off his cloak and whipping it away with the tiny bit of magic sentinels had but fallen knights lacked. “But I had to take one this afternoon, so I wound up taking nearly the same amount as yesterday.”
“Hey, any little improvement with the potions is good, right?”
“Absolutely.”
The door opened to reveal the Lich Sentinel. “Please come in.”
Without waiting for a response, Alaric turned and walked away. Phillip waved a hand toward Keegan, so he stepped across the threshold, and his sentinel mate followed him into the Daray household. Keegan headed straight for the pretty Russian Blue shifter but frowned when he noted the way Victor’s brows were knitted together.
A moment later, it registered that no one was speaking as men carried serving dishes and got comfortable around the large round table where they took their meals.
“Are we late?” Keegan asked as he approached Victor.
“No, you’re early,” Victor responded immediately and smiled at him and Phillip. It didn’t quite reach the eyes he’d accented with shadow nearly the same pretty green as his irises. “Go ahead and grab a seat.”
“With Phillip in the middle,” Keegan said. “Are you sure we can’t help with anything?”
“Um, you can grab something to drink,” Victor replied.
“Or I could get something for them,” Ducarius insisted. “What would you like?”
“Beer? Is that okay? I can get it,” Keegan insisted.
Victor sighed as Ducarius stalked to the fridge and yanked beers out for Keegan and—he supposed—Phillip, though his mate hadn’t answered the Skeleton Lord’s question. Not understanding the tension, Keegan sat next to Phillip and thanked Ducarius. After everyone was settled, dishes were passed around and Keegan added fragrant chicken, steaming rice, and vegetables to his plate.
“Victor, talk to these idiots,” Chander ordered.
“Fine,” Victor said. “We aren’t going to keep arguing about this. I work five days a week. Since I have two mates in my life now, it makes sense for my schedule to match theirs. That means Monday is now a workday. Get used to it or I’ll quit.”
Phillip turned to Victor. “Why would you lie to them? They can sense it.”
“Because they’re morons and the only way to get through to them is to threaten to go nuclear,” Chander retorted. “And since Phillip can’t help but shatter the illusion, I’ll make everyone a promise. I fired Victor once. Keep pestering him and I’ll do it again.”
Several people gasped, and Keegan froze in place. He had no clue what was happening, but he was shocked to learn Victor had lost his job in the past. What was going on in the Daray household?
