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He moved silently away, leaving the happy couple to their bundles of… joy? Trouble? Whatever you wanted to call it.
As he quietly left the Great Hall, he nodded at Noah Rogers, who held the Sin of Cunning, and shifted into Rumpelstiltskin. Noah appeared just as confused as Drew did.
“I don’t understand it,” Noah said as they fell into step together.
“Which part?” Drew asked.
“They’re doolally over each other and those smelly bundles,” Noah replied, and Drew snorted in laughter.
Trust Noah to phrase it like that.
“Jase used to be the last one standing when we had a blowout. He’d try to out-drink anyone. Now he’s all baby bottles and burping. It’s the death of a badass,” Noah continued mournfully.
“I don’t know. Can you imagine how Poseidon would react if someone threatened his children?” Drew mused.
“Poseidon? Yup, total badass. Jase? That guy is a sap,” Noah retorted.
“Say that to his face,” Manfred Mathews teased as he exited a doorway. The man who carried the Sins of Elder Abuse and Assassination, and turned into the infamous Mummy, grinned.
“Yeah, I might give that one a miss. Don’t want to hurt his feelings and make Jase cry. He’s in touch with his feminine side these days,” Noah replied, and we all laughed. “I don’t carry tissues around with me for when he starts crying.”
“I can’t wait until you find your mate,” Manfred warned, and Noah looked horrified.
“What?” he gasped, his hand going to his heart.
“Yeah. You’re bound to have one, and I bet she’s a right ball-buster,” Manfred continued.
Drew watched, amused, as Noah shook his head violently.
“No way. She’ll be sweet and demure and adorable. Her sole aim in life will be to dote on me and make me happy,” Noah retorted.
“He’s about to get a battle-axe,” Drew said with a laugh.
“Ain’t he just,” Manfred agreed.
Drew sobered up and looked between his two brothers. “Do you believe mates exist for all of us?”
“Yes, something big is happening. I don’t know what, but I think we’re all going to find our mates. There’s a reason why, but God only knows what that is,” Manfred replied, mouth tight.
“Screw that,” Noah responded abrasively. “If turning into Jase and Vladmir is what happens, then I’ll pass.”
“And Lanie and Mac?” Drew prodded, seeing someone behind Noah. He bit back a smile as the figure stiffened and looked in their direction.
“He’s a sap, too. Have you seen the way he bows down? Mac lost his balls, Lanie carries them in her purse,” Noah said. Yup, you could always count on Noah to say the wrong thing.
A large hand clamped down on Noah’s shoulder, and Noah spun around.
“Ah, nuts!” he complained as he saw Mac glowering at him.
“My balls are in Lanie’s purse?” Mac demanded.
“In for a penny, in for a pound,” Noah muttered. “Yes, you’re pussy-whipped!”
Mac’s muscles flexed, and Drew and Manfred smirked. Mac shoved his face into Noah’s and shouted, “You and me in the ring tonight. We can fight in human or in our shifted forms. Take your pick!”
Mac grinned evilly and went away.
“Oh yeah, in our shifted forms. Has he seen mine? It’s a three-foot midget that Mac would eat for dinner in his lamia form,” Noah complained.
