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“Probably not a bad idea,” Duke said.
“What isn’t?” Liam asked before I could.
“Calling the Dads,” Scott frowned.
“We call the Dads,” Blithe nodded. “Not that we don’t think you can handle things, Dara.”
“No, your parents specialize in vampyric medicine. I’d have consulted them either way. If this is as serious as Liam has led me to believe, we’ll need all the help we can get and we’ll have to all go into this believing we’re all acting in the best faith we can,” the dragon said, sliding his notebook back into his pocket.
“Also, maybe they can do something about the twins,” Liam sighed.
Scott looked up at me, his eyes searching my face for something. I kissed his forehead and let out a long, slow breath. Whether or not a dead dragon shoved a pit hound inside me, something was going on, because while I believed my name was Terrick, I never recalled one instance of hearing the name before today.
Chapter Ten
Scott
Watching Terrick walk up the basement stairs with Dara made me ache. I wanted to throw myself up the steps and block the door. He needed to be looked at, but I needed to be there too. I wanted to rip myself in half to be everywhere at once. My wolf whined and I swallowed down the sound before my sorrow dripped all over the links I was on. The last thing I needed was one of the twins making a ‘funny’ video about my life right now.
Blithe was across the basement having a whispered conversation with one of our parents. I reached for my phone again eager to tell Dakota everything that had happened. Someone – anyone needed to be on our side.
“We are on your side,” Duke looked up from polishing his egg. “That video was shit. I’ve been poking around the family link. That was shit of them to do, Scott. I hope you know that.”
“I can’t even think about that right now,” I sighed. “Seriously. I know no one takes anything I do seriously. I get it. I’ve accepted it. Lesson learned.”
Liam frowned at me, and I wanted to yell at him and ask what the hell he was frowning at. Only I hated yelling. I hated loud people or at least hated when they were loud. I curled my legs under me on the sofa and waited for all these people who wanted to talk to me alone to start talking.
“They’re both coming as soon as they get someone to watch the littles,” Blithe said, climbing back into the nest and stroking the backs of his sleeping kittens with a single finger each. “You can come over here, Scott.”
“You can,” Duke added. “You’re family.”
“I’m okay here,” I said, wishing my parents would hurry up.
I was all grown up. Older than Blithe even, but here I was wanting them to come and save the day. They’d get here and they’d find a perfectly logical medical reason for Terrick’s amnesia, and we’d fly to Hemlock Mountain where they had more resources and this would all be over and I could live my life with my mate. Hell, maybe we’d go live with his family. Maybe they’d not be so much like sandpaper against everything I did.
Sighing, Blithe climbed back out of the nest and joined me on the sofa. He touched my bare foot with his hand and squeezed it.
“We do take you seriously,” Blithe offered. “We know you love to cook, and we like what you make.”
“You don’t even know what I make,” I sighed, “but that isn’t important right now. Did you ask me to stay just for that?”
“No,” he shook his head. “Partially,” he admitted a second later. “Not only that. I wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“I’m not okay,” I said, struggling to keep my voice level. “The twins are fucktwats and my true-mate probably has a traumatic brain injury!”
“Scott,” Blithe said my name in the low voice my family used whenever they thought I was getting too upset.
“Don’t do that. I’m not overreacting. I’m probably underreacting, in fact.”
“He probably is,” Liam nodded from his chair. “Scott, are you okay to talk about Terrick? Do you need to talk about Trista and Travis instead?”
“No,” I shook my head. “I don’t want to talk about them. They’re asshats and they hate me and I’m just done. I’m so fucking done.”
“What do you need us to do?” Duke glanced up from polishing his egg.
“I don’t know. I came here because --- even if you guys don’t get it, you’re less of asshats than they are about it,” I managed to say despite my voice cracking.
“Brother,” Blithe said, softly.
