“I demand you bring me your mates!”
The fire behind him roared as Micitian threw his temper tantrum. Mitch didn’t show any reaction. He was used to hissire’s anger. All he needed to do was protect his mates. Theo wasn’t ready to deal with hell quite yet.
“I will bring my mates at the soonest opportunity. When it is safe to do so,” Mitch stated clearly. “We have an unseelie king after him. Preparations are being made to keep my mates safe.”
“I’m warning you now,” Micitian declared. “I am at the end of my patience.”
Mitch bowed his head. “Yes, sire.”
“Out!” Micitian ordered. “Get out of my sight.”
Mitch portaled himself back to his house. Sami glanced up from where he was dumping a drawer into a box.
Mitch snorted. “That’s how you pack?”
His best friend grinned, flashing some fang. “I’m helping.” He dumped another drawer.
Shaking his head, Mitch crossed the room to pull open the closet doors.
“You still want to follow the plan with the remodel?” Sami questioned.
“Yeah, especially with my sire pushing to meet my mates. We’re going to have to spend time in the realm as we perform our duties being the chosen anyway. My father is not going to wait that long. Alek offered the use of his family house here but—”
“But you want to show off what you built,” Sami finished for him.
“Yes.” Mitch was proud of his position within the community that he’d been raised in. Nothing had been handed to him. As the offspring of one of the most powerful demons ruling over hell, Mitch had to work twice as hard as his peers. His sire had tested Mitch every step of the way, wanting his namesake to be the best. Mitch was.
“I’ve met all but your shifter mate. I can already tell you that your mates will love this place,” Sami offered.
“Theo and Wylder are the ones that concern me,” Mitch confessed. “Alek has spent time here and Dario has worked with demons in the past. Theo and Wylder have no experience with our kind.”
“And yet it is Wylder that you forged a golden sword for,” Sami reminded him. “That hasn’t been done in over a hundred years.”
“He deserved it,” Mitch replied sincerely. “It wasn’t even his enhancements that impressed me. It is Wylder’s heart. He stood shoulder to shoulder with his mates, facing the unseelie without question. He would have given his life for us.”
“As a mate should,” Sami said.
“I think I still held prejudice in my heart about humans even though I hadn’t recognized it,” Mitch shared. “Wylder is as loyal if not more than anyone I’ve ever seen.”
“And Theo?” Sami asked. “You think your home realm will frighten him.”
Mitch sent the clothing on hangers via portal to his new closet as he thought about his answer. “I’m actually not as worried about that as I had been. Theo proved that he can takecare of himself when he survived the summoning. And he keeps encouraging me to remain in my natural form. He’s never been afraid of me.”
“Except for that one time he climbed a tree to get away from you,” Sami teased.
Mitch smiled and laughed. “He actually climbed it to get away from the dark elves. I just couldn’t talk my cat out of the tree.” It was Mitch’s fondest memory. Theo backtalking him in feline form and Wylder rushing to Theo’s rescue like a little whirlwind. Mitch should have known then that Wylder had true warrior blood running through his veins.
He kept sending items until the closet was empty. He closed the door and turned.
Sami had finished his task of emptying the dresser.
“Thanks for the help,” Mitch said sincerely.
“Happy to help. And I’ll make sure the remodel gets done. The demons you hired will arrive in the morning,” Sami said. “We’ll make this place a perfect retreat for when you all need to be here.”
Mitch nodded. “How do you feel about getting new neighbors?”
“Eh.” Sami shrugged. “Has to be better than the last guy. He always drank all my dwarf mead.”
