Page 68 of My Haven
Arlo smiled, looking like the cat that ate the canary. “Don’t worry hun, I won’t break you… much.”
Troy whimpered.
Arlo straightened. “Nice of you to visit the Water Temple, we hope to see you again in a few weeks. Bye, bye, now. Bye, bye,” he said, herding them toward the door.
Genevieve caught his arm. “Are you…”
He kissed her forehead and held up his phone. “I’ll call you later.”
“You better call me tomorrow and let me know if you’re okay,” she threatened.
“Hun, Troy may not even know what planet he’s on tomorrow,” Arlo pouted.
“Tomorrow, no later,” she said, firmly.
Troy shook his head. “At least by tomorrow, I have reports to finish.”
Arlo grinned wickedly. “It’s your own fault now.”
Troy’s eyes got huge. “Oh gods,” he whispered.
“Bye Kirbs,” Arlo said and shut the door in her face.
She pointed to the door. “Did you see that?”
Caiden wrapped an arm around her shoulders in an effort to steer her away from the door. “You probably want to put some distance between you and that room.”
Genevieve growled and allowed herself to be guided back out of the temple.
Meryn, and the boys were still laughing when they got outside.
Genevieve heard the words, ‘Noctem Falls’ and ‘the butt sex’, but refused to acknowledge that her best friend had just ditched her. She sniffled. “Troy better not hurt him.”
Meryn held a cookie in one hand and cheese in the other. “Honestly, I’m more worried about Troy.” She looked around. “Didn’t you say the orphanage was near the Water Temple?”
Nigel and Neil looped their arms through hers. “We can show you the way. Gods only knows how many times we took this route.”
Genevieve walked slower, every step felt wrong without her best friend at her side.
Caiden pulled her into the curve of his body. “This is a good thing. He has a place in our world, and he won’t be lonely because you’re mated. Let the mating fever die down and I bet he’ll be driving you nuts to go shopping.”
“Mating fever?” she asked.
He bent down. “You mean you aren’t affected?” he whispered.
She felt a warmth race through her. “Maybe,” she croaked.
He kissed her temple. “Arlo could only be safer in a unit home. Troy is a powerful water witch, he won’t let anything happen to a mate he just found.”
She sniffled. “Are there any cafes nearby?”
He shook his head. “Not many in the Lower City. Once we hit the Inner City there are a few places to grab food.”
“Good.”
They walked for a bit, the twins pointing out certain landmarks along the way. Genevieve heard the orphanage before they saw it. Children’s laughter and playful screams reached them halfway down the street.
When they arrived, the children converged on Nigel and Neil, calling their names.
