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“Anytime, Spicy. Anytime.”
But on the next occasion, Keegan would keep his ass firmly on Phillip’s spine and refuse any temptation to stand up. The last thing Keegan wanted to do was upset Phillip or his dragon.
Chapter 25
With the help of his family, Victor carried everything from the kitchen to the dining table. A fallen knight with big brown eyes and a smile that never failed to light up Victor’s heart winked at him. Victor grabbed a seat on the other side of a serious sentinel with a quiet-but-often-spicy nature. Like Phillip, Keegan had changed out of his gorgeous Cinder Lord formal attire to a casual uniform.
Keegan hadn’t expressed any interest in wearing jeans like Arvandus and Samson or buying new clothes at all. Victor wasn’t sure if it was because Keegan was so newly resurrected, a nod to their sentinel mate, or just the fallen knight’s preference. No matter his choices, Victor supported him unconditionally. And he was handsome in everything. So was Phillip.
Victor was a lucky man to have not one but two extraordinary men in his life. Everything between them had happened so fast and smoothly that Victor wasn’t sure when he’d fallen in love with them. But they were his soul. His cat purred with contentment as Victor reveled in his feelings for their mates.
The perfect moment to tell Keegan and Phillip hadn’t yet presented itself, but it would. Victor was counting on it.
“Why are you passing this to me?” Alaric asked sharply, interrupting Victor’s wandering thoughts.
“Because Bax already handed it to me,” Chander replied.
“Did you notice that Bax put some of the green beans on his plate?” Alaric asked.
“Yeah, and?”
“Put some veggies on your plate, Chand,” Alaric ordered.
“No.”
“I would prefer if you did,” Alaric said.
“And I’d prefer not to listen to you demand I eat veggies every night. Tonight, neither of us are going to be happy.”
“Is that common for you guys?” Baxter asked.
Ducarius glared. “Do not start. We have just sat down to eat. Save your questions or comments about s-e-x until after dinner.”
“Really?” Vellerynd asked, his irritated cobalt blue gaze narrowing at Ducarius. “Why are you doing the spelling thing?”
“Because he’s annoying,” Teverild responded conversationally. “Chand, pass those green beans over here before they get cold.”
“Green beans are tasty; thank you for making them tonight, Victor,” Phillip said.
“Making me feel bad won’t work,” Chander replied. “Victor cooked other things, and they are delicious. Green beans aren’t. They’re gross, and I don’t like them.”
“I still say Victor should sneak healthy stuff into food so Chand will eat them,” Brynnius suggested.
“I’m not a child,” Chander retorted. “Veggies are for growing kids. I’m an adult. An immortal one.”
“Who wants to remind him that he technically already died once?” Benton asked.
“No one declared me dead,” Chander corrected. “So that is incorrect.”
“Your spirit lifted from your body,” Alaric stated. “I would argue that you did indeed die.”
“Chand didn’t know he was part imp and unintentionally ignored that half of him,” Victor explained to his mates. “Since he didn’t accept his imp like a shifter unites with their beast, it affected his health. Eventually, his heart was ripped in half. Without the quick thinking of the Reverent Knights to call in the warlocks to mend him and get him to a hospital, Chand wouldn’t be with us right now.”
“All the fucking vegetables in the world wouldn’t have changed a damn thing,” Chander said. “And that was a long time ago. My imp and I are bound as tightly as Phillip and his dragon. We’re good. Even if we weren’t, eating green beans wouldn’t save me.”
“A healthy diet can help you feel energetic,” Alaric informed his mate.
“So can coffee,” Chander retorted.
