Page 95 of Enchanted

Technically, we weren’t certain this was official business, but until we knew otherwise, we’d be treating it as such.

“Here he is,” Nate drawled, rocking back on his chair. “Have fun fucking your mate six ways to Sunday?”

I flicked my power at him, sending him falling back on his arse. Everyone laughed as he got to his feet, grumbling. I dropped into the seat opposite him. “Have some respect, Nathaniel.”

“Whatever,” he huffed. “I won’t be nearly as touchy when I find my mate. If I ever find them.”

A dark cloud passed over his face. Theo clenched his hands into fists on the table, dropping his head down low.

“Did you have a nice time?” Noah asked politely, breaking the moment of tension.

“I did, thank you.” I inclined my head. “It’s a beautiful spot. You and Jem should visit. Oh, and Benji, you’d love the nature hike.”

Benji glanced up from his Rubik’s Cube. Hadn’t seen him use it in a while, but that was how his fixations went sometimes. “Oh?”

“Our guide knew a lot about birds,” I explained. “I got the impression he could answer any question you might throw at him.”

“Interesting.” Benji’s eyes returned to his Rubik’s Cube. “Maybe I’ll take my mate there when I meet him.”

Unlike with Nate, there was no concern or anger in his tone. Benji knew his mate was out there and would find him when the time was right.

Probably helped that he didn’t have an identical twin who could already sense his mate waiting for him.

“Is Micah greeting our guests?” I asked Ez. He nodded and I raised a brow. “And no one else went with him?”

“Micah thought it was more of a power play to go alone,” Breann said, her arm casually slung over Grace’s shoulders. “Suggests we don’t see them as a threat.”

“Don’t we?”

“That’s the question we’re hoping to get answered today,” Benji said. “But given we’ve been asking questions about Damien Gaunt, there’s no way to know for sure. Either they’re here to defend him…”

“Or?”

“Or they’ll help us kill him.”

The sound of the front door opening had Benji pocketing his cube. We all sat a little straighter in our seats. None of us revealed our wings or so much as a lick of power. We didn’t need to. Everyone knew who we were and what we were capable of.

Micah stepped into the room first, his face set in its usual professional mask. Four vampires filed in behind him, all male. All beautiful.

All glaring at us murderously.

“Everyone, this is the Gaunt Clan.”

Micah went around the table, introducing us all by name, but I barely heard him over the word resounding in my ears.

Gaunt.

Gaunt.

Gaunt.

These four were part of the same clan as the vampire who’d warded Ethan’s home. Given what I knew about vampiric clans, they were likely blood related.

Micah hadn’t divulged that piece of information to me, just that a group of vampires had requested a meeting. From the muscle ticking in his jaw, I suspected their identity was new information to him too.

When Micah was done, the tallest vampire stepped forwards. His dark hair was slicked back from his face, his brown eyes glittering as he pointed at each vampire in turn. “I’m Ezra. These are my brothers, Elias, Erik, and Emerson.”

Theo, ever the shit-stirrer, was the one to point out the obvious. “All the Es. How quaint.”