“Come on, Gram, let’s go have fun with hot dudes,” Dasan insisted, wiggling both his shoulders and eyebrows. The little dance made Pyxlevir chuckle.
Gramlithyn blew out a breath. “Fine. Are you guys calling Dra’Kaedan to get a teleport?”
“Yep,” Colburn said. “Go get your shit.”
“Fuck yes,” Dasan cried out as he charged from the room. Gramlithyn followed at a hurried but far less enthusiastic pace.
“Why the fuck wouldn’t Gramlithyn want to come to D’Vaire?” Crispin asked once they were alone.
“Why does Gramlithyn make any decision these days?” Pyxlevir countered with a heavy batting of his lashes. “No one can answer that but the elf-zebra himself.”
“I’m starting to wonder if he even knows why he’s doing shit,” Colburn muttered.
Pyxlevir’s phone rang, and he was smiling by the time he lifted the device to his ear to answer it.
“Hi, Dra’Kaedan.”
“Your parents are badgering me because they haven’t seen you in forever,” Dra’Kaedan said without preamble. “Are you ready for me to come and get you? I need a picture of your snazzy new place.”
“Colby can send you a photo now, but give us a couple of minutes. We’re waiting for Dasan and Gramlithyn to grab their stuff.”
“Semira told me Gramlithyn wasn’t coming,” Dra’Kaedan said as Colburn lifted his phone to grab a photo for the Grand Warlock.
“We changed his mind. Or more accurately, Dasan did.”
“Good, I like him already.”
“I don’t know Dasan that well yet, but I think you’ll like him. He’s fun.”
“So are you, and I haven’t seen you in weeks,” Dra’Kaedan remarked. “I miss you.”
“I miss you too. Colby’s texting you now with the photo.”
“See you in a second,” Dra’Kaedan said and disconnected.
Pyxlevir chuckled. The leader of the small Coven of Warlocks popped into the living room with his tall dragon-shifting other half at his side. Before Pyxlevir had even disconnected their phone call, he was tugged into Dra’Kaedan’s embrace and squeezed enthusiastically. Pyxlevir held on and grinned.
Dra’Kaedan planted a kiss on his cheek and winked at him as they separated. Then Dra’Kaedan hauled Crispin close. Pyxlevir waited long enough for Brogan to finish hugging Colburn and rushed over to greet the Grand Duke.
“The only reason I sleep at night is because I know this entire building uses Gargoyle Security,” Brogan offered in greeting.
“Do you think our parents would let us live anywhere that didn’t use our system?” Colburn asked.
“I hear strangers,” Dasan yelled as he barreled into the living room with a backpack resting on his shoulders.
“Grand Warlock Dra’Kaedan D’Vaire and Grand Duke Brogan D’Vairedraconis, allow me the pleasure of introducing you to Dasan Calypte,” Pyxlevir said as Brogan held out a hand, which Dasan eagerly shook. “Dasan, this is Dra’Kaedan and Brogan. Tradition means I have to use their titles the first time you meet everyone, but D’Vaire is casual, so you don’t have to use them.”
“Are all dragons crazy tall, or is your mate an anomaly?” Dasan asked Dra’Kaedan as he greeted the smiling warlock.
“They’re mostly his height, but some are even freakishly taller like Aleksander,” Dra’Kaedan said.
“I’ve known you my entire life, and I don’t think I’ve ever heard you use his actual name before,” Pyxlevir teased.
“Not my fault he’s a better suited to a name like Tallosaur or Lankenstein.”
“It’s been years, you need some new nicknames,” Colburn remarked.
“Youth today. Never satisfied. I’m too damn old to remember new ones every couple of years.”
