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Here, there are vampires that are friends with dragons. I had never met a dragon or had been around many vampires before. I haven’t spent a lot of time with some of their friends, but those that I have are good people. They take care of each other. I know there is a weekly night that the women who are mated go out together. I attended a poker game with the shifter men once since coming here.
I have become closer to Quinn, a bear shifter who isn’t mated, the one who came to Breeane’s building. He’s gruff and doesn’t give many fucks. I like that in a man. He treats the women respectfully and keeps to himself as much as possible.
I empty my cup just as the sun rises. It’s time to get prepared for the day. We will be moving Breeane into the cottage today. I want to talk with my brothers before that happens and for it to be resolved before we pick her up and bring her into our world. It’s only fair to her that we are the best we can be at this moment in time. We will still be far from perfect, and she will have three stubborn lion shifters on her hands, but I look forward to seeing how she deals with us.
I, for one, will not mind being in her capable hands.
I walk downstairs, pulling my shirt over my head. Logan is at the coffee pot, his arms crossed. The one thing we do have in common is the need for coffee. We like food too. Our bodies need constant fuel, as our shifter side burns calories quickly.
I don’t speak but move to the fridge to get the eggs. Logan was correct in telling our mate that I am the only one who can cook anything edible. My brothers have tried; they wanted to give me a break from cooking but failed epically.
I pull out bread and the hashbrowns. I set everything on the counter and get started.
We stay silent as I cook. Logan, once his cup is filled, gets the plates and silverware. I try not to make it a big deal when he slides a coffee cup to my side, but it’s an improvement for him not to be stuck in his head and think about one of us.
Lucas bounds down the stairs, making as much noise as possible. Logan and I like the quiet and don’t talk much in the morning. Lucas is the opposite. His constant chatter in the morning used to drive me up the wall.
“Brothers,” Lucas yells. “It smells so good, Las. Do you think Breeane will cook breakfast for us?” He pushes past us both to get to the coffee. “Man, I hope so. No offense.” He nudges me, and I grunt my answer. “I want a taste so bad,” he groans. We both know he’s just trying to get a reaction out of us. “Geez, you guys are no fun.”
I roll my eyes and plate the food. I hand one to Logan, and he nods. Lucas grabs his, grinning. I put the rest on mine and followed them to the table. For ten minutes, there is silence, the scrape of utensils the only sound.
I finish and wait for them to do the same. I sit back, sipping my coffee, and wonder how this conversation will play out.
Logan may lock down his emotions, but Las could yell every emotion he has ever felt.
“When are we getting Breeane?” Lucas asks once he’s done.
“This afternoon,” Logan answers. “I told her we would be there by one.”
They quiet, and I sigh.
“I sent Dad a text this morning.” I drop the bomb that will either explode or fizzle and be ignored.
“Dad?” Logan whispers, his head dropping.
“He misses us, and so does Mom. I told him that soon they will be able to visit,” I explain, testing Logan.
Logan’s jaw clenches, but he stays quiet.
“That would be awesome,” Lucas says. “I miss them too. Don’t you miss them?” he asks Logan with just enough aggression to make his back straighten.
“Of course I do,” he growls through clenched teeth.
“Then why the fuck can’t they come here?” Lucas demands.
I close my eyes. Here we go.
“Why would they want to see me?” Logan spits.
“Why the fuck do you think? You went missing for months. They had no idea what happened to you.” He waves his hand between us. “We didn’t know.”
“You don’t want to know either,” Logan sneers.
“Why the fuck wouldn’t we? We know nothing. You have given us bits and pieces of what you went through.”
“Yeah,” Logan shouts, slamming his palm on the table. “It was me that went through it. You were home with the pack, safe, warm, fed, and didn’t have to worry about anything.”
“Fuck you,” Lucas grumbles. “You don’t think that we worried about you. We searched everywhere for you.” He leans forward. “I’m so pissed at you. I’m sure whatever the fuck happened wasn’t fun. But you left us. You left parents that loved you and two brothers that worshiped you. Las had to pick me up when I got drunk every night after we couldn’t find you, and you know how much we have to drink to feel the effect. He bandaged me up after all the fights I entered.”
