Page 18 of My Haven
Meryn laughed. “Gavriel has spoiled you too much, being all respectful and stuff,” she teased.
Aiden lifted his index finger in the air dramatically, then leveled it to point directly at her. “Who is spoiled?”
She just shrugged. Never in her life had she been doted on like this. She found it to be slightly addicting. “I’ll own that shit.”
“Sir, what is our objective?” Bryok asked.
Aiden straightened. “Officially, we’re conducting an inspection of the Storm Keep unit warriors, unofficially we’ll be trying to see what the Witches’ Council is up to and track down the Ashleigh’s mother.”
Bryok’s golden complexion went pale. “Ashleigh, as in the woman known as the Witch Matriarch? The one that birthed not one, not two, not three, but six powerful witches, one being a set of triplets? That mother?”
“Yes. Thane Ashleigh has called in his favors and the unit warriors pay their debts,” Aiden said.
Meryn bopped his leg. “And he’s family.”
Aiden frowned. “How again? I know he’s yourathair, but the part with Amelia is confusing.”
“Hmm. So, my big-sister cousin is their pretend half-sister and as you said, Thane is myathair,” Meryn said.
Aiden shrugged. “If you say he’s family, he’s family.”
Meryn looked over to Nigel and Neil. “My family tree has lots of twisty squiggles.”
Neil frowned. “Doesn’t that usually mean inbreeding?”
“Not those types of twisty squiggles!”
Pip and Nigel laughed.
Meryn could have hugged all of them. They always knew when she needed laughter.
The queen stepped forward and moved her hand between the pillars. Light flared once again. “This will take you to our building in Franklin, which is just outside of where Storm Keep is. From there you can drive in, Rex has arranged for cars to be left for you.”
Meryn snapped her fingers. “I need Rex!”
Aiden stared. “Excuse me?”
“One second.” She pulled out her phone and started texting. To keep her mind off of whatever impending doom was heading her way, she was going to focus on helping her big brother.
Magnus was awesome for procuring things, but Rex was the master at paperwork. She shot off a text to Leon and Rex, outlining her idea. She got responses right away, both excited about her plan.
When she was done, she put her phone away. Everyone was staring. “What?”
Aiden placed both of his hands on her shoulders. “We’re not adopting Bryok.”
“Ai-den! Why do you always think I’m adopting people?”
He pointed to Nigel, then Neil, then Pip, then pointed down the hall to where Jaxon and Noah’s room was.
“That’s different.”
“Why did you need Rex?”
“To help Caiden.”
“It’s still kidnapping if Caiden adopts his mate, and probably makes their mating illegal in at least a few states,” he said, crossing his arms across his chest.
She eyed his forearms as they flexed over that muscled expanse. She wasn’t above asking for a bedroom soundproofing device. Would that be a Kendrick thing? It seemed wrong to ask herathairfor one. Maybe a fae device?
