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“Is that it?” Lumic asked, glancing toward Seidrik who turned his head in the direction of the crate.
“One supposes. It’s Nemiah’s little device—and Virion’s.” He hurriedly said the second part, as if he’d been scolded for it before.
“The telecon. Have you used it?” This time, Amarie spoke before covering her mouth and blushing as if she spoke out of turn.
Seidrik didn’t seem to notice, though. “A few times, I admit. It comes in handy. He says he should be able to send portraits with it soon, being able to freeze a portrait taken from time by the position of light—it’s all strangeness I don’t understand.”
Amarie’s eyes grew wide. “Father has been chomping at the bit to try one. Oh, Prince Lumic! Do you think I could—”
“Amarie, give us some time to install it and learn its mechanisms and I shall personally give you a demonstration,” Ingred called from his place up front.
“Not without an escort, you won’t.” She sniffed indignantly and primly placed her hands in her lap.
“Always with the escorts and chaperones! You act as if I am a monster.” Ingred feigned a swoon.
“Monsters rarely announce themselves as one,” the flame-colored omega, Morda, said.
Silence filled the space before Lumic cleared his throat. “They do not, but fortunately, you are in a land ruled by an omega. We have power here. Monsters are slain. I promise you.”
“And what of your alpha?” Morda gave Lumic a sharp look.
“His alpha is my brother. Askara is, from what I’ve heard, as timid as a marshrabbit, as protective as a wildercat, and gentle as sugarmoth wings.” Seidrik quieted. “It is he who spearheads this by the goddesses’ command. If any alpha you don’t have to fear, it would be him.”
Morda didn’t appear as if he believed it, but time would show him.
“He lets me drag him around by the horns at least.” Lumic grinned and Morda’s cheeks pinkened. That had his attention.
“Really?”
“Of course. He wouldn’t be worth a damn if he didn’t do what he was told.” Lumic beamed and settled into his seat. “I’d have no other alpha beside him.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Askara
Askara had never been given the opportunity to interact with children before. It was strange seeing tiny little fae with limited knowledge of the world. They were all just as, if not more, amazed by everything around them than he was with his sheltered life.
A little girl ran circles around him, her shrill giggles almost painful to his ears as she shrieked with joy. “Again!”
Askara laughed and spun in place, scooping her under her arms. He lifted her off the ground, flitted his wings, and floated back down with effortless grace. All this, while her omega father sat off to the side, watching almost warily. Askara would never force his presence, but as the children swarmed about, a few other omegas joined the first, chatting discreetly as their little ones played. They could use a break. It had to be tough keeping up with them all on their own.
A little one, likely a boy, toddled up to him with his hands outstretched. A little dusk child with a shock of blond hair. “Da?”
Askara laughed and picked him up while a nearby omega blanched in embarrassment. The sun fae opened his mouth to apologize, but a softer voice interrupted.
“He’s not your da, precious one.” Lumic bent low with a strained grunt and hefted the child up to nestle onto his hip. Askara liked the look of his swollen mate holding a little dusk child, not too dissimilar from the moonborne they’d expect. “He’s this one’s da. You can call him Prince.”
With his free hand, Lumic patted his belly.
The little one did his best to insert his fist into his mouth and stared, drooling a little. “Pith.”
“Prince.” Lumic smiled.
“Piss!”
His omega father blanched, face a mottled mask of horror as Lumic laughed. “Prrr-innn-saaa.”
“Pwins.” The little one struggled with the word but ultimately giggled when Lumic praised him.
