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I gently cup her face and let my thumb stroke her cheek. “Triton is our sergeant at arms. He protects the president, and the club. If there’s a situation he won’t call for backup because he is the damn backup. We also have an enforcer, but Triton takes action when needed, and he did. He handled the situation, and we will back him up if it turns out he does have a sister.”

“But what if...” she starts.

Placing my thumb on her lips, I stop her from voicing her worries. “For now, we have to let him handle it. The club will take action if needed. We have other things to deal with, you especially.”

She swallows hard, understanding without words what I’m hinting at. Grief. The loss of her family, even if they didn’t treat her as part of their family. She still lost the people she grew up with. Everything changed within a few days for my woman and it’s a lot to deal with.

“Come on. Let’s take a shower. My shoulder still feels as if I got hit by a damn truck.” I pull her with me and she comes willingly.

Once we step inside the clubhouse the first thing that hits us is the screeching sound of a baby.

“Motherfucker what are you guys doing with that thing?” I grumble.

Lea smacks my chest. “A baby is not a thing.”

She walks over to Cassia and to everyone’s surprise, or I might say delight, the kid stops screeching and starts to create water drops. Lea chuckles and holds her hand palm out to let a ball of red fire grow bigger and bigger.

“The kid’s got a temper,” Sevrin grumbles.

I watch my woman play with his kid. “Don’t think you can let the kid have his way by stealing my damn woman. Kid or not I’ll...”

“Please, by all means, finish that fucking sentence, VP.” Sevrin shoots me a glare.

Shrugging, I grunt. “Just making things clear.”

“Crystal, motherfucker. Now let your old lady soothe my kid because he’s teething.”

“Teething? Didn’t they just drop out of your old lady’s...”

“Another sentence you might not want to finish,” Sevrin grits. “They are growing at rapid speed okay?”

“Whatever,” I grumble.

Holding my hand out, I let the red flames cover my skin. The kid gives me a toothless grin and giggles when his water drops create smoke as they hit the flames. The sudden weight against me and the pull on my cut is the only warning I get when they damn well multiply and I’m holding one of the twins. Okay, this might not be too bad. The way my woman laughs lightens my heart.

The thought of not experiencing this moment, of almost losing all of it and trading it for eternal darkness is an unbearable thought. Thank fuck Triton made the deal. Sister or not, we will make this right, even if it means we have to go demon hunting.

I mean, you can summon a demon, right? Pin that fucker and send him back to hell. Yeah, there’s always a plan. We’re The Kings of Anarchy. Nobody fucks with the Kings. This thought soothes some of the worry seeping into my veins.

For now, I’m choosing to enjoy what’s right in front of me. My woman, my old lady, my mate, and hopefully soon enough the mother of my children. Because the vision before me gives me a hint of what might be...and it’s a future I want to embrace, a freedom I want to fight for, and a love I want to feel the heat of.

Who am I kidding? I already feel the warmth of the love brewing between us.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

– AZALEA –

Freshly showered, I walk to the kitchen to get some food and two bottles of water. Karev is in the shower, and he needs to get some rest after he’s done. The wounds on his body might have healed, and whatever Drexel did to him has faded, but with everything that happened? He needs a moment to process.

Hell, I need a freaking moment to process. Which is why we both agreed on a nap and some food. Which is why I’m wandering into the kitchen. To my surprise I see Levan sitting at the table. Shit. With everything that happened the situation between Zara and Levan completely slipped my mind.

“Hey,” I murmur and grab a chair across from him. “Everything okay?”

His eyes are sad when they hit mine and the torment in his voice is excruciating when he says, “If by okay means losing the one you like to be around in a fucked-up way, discovering she’s alive again but finding out it’s not her, but a fucking lookalike? Fuck. It’s like she has amnesia or something. A fraud living in my friend-with-benefits body. An imposter my body feels attracted to while I can’t get over the fact she’s not who she really fucking is. Yeah, I’m fucking peachy.”

My shoulders sag and I really have no freaking clue what to say except for a whispered, “I’m sorry.”

Levan gives me half a smile. “Nothing for you to be sorry about, Lea. It’s not your fault and from what I’ve heard you are dealing with more loss and shittiness than my issues. Some might say I have nothing to complain about since I found my fated mate.” He shrugs. “Maybe I just need some adjustment time or have Triton zap my memories of Zara.”