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“Haha, see, even you think the twins are kids. Fuck that. I won’t be caught in that kind of web.” Enzo flipped him a mental bird.

“You realize Scepter’s female is the same age, and he’s much older than you. If he hears you calling him a cradle robber, he might snap your neck.” Starla met Scepter when she’d been seventeen. She’d been whisked away to the Fey realm where time flows differently. By the time she returned, she’d aged over five years in human time, but only a few months had passed on Earth.

“As long as he doesn’t rip my head off or stab me through the heart and set me on fire, I should be good. Stop fucking with me and pay attention to those in the room with you,” Enzo growled.

He knew when to give up on a lost cause. If the blockhead wanted to stay in the land of denial, that was his ignorance. One day he’d be forced to face the truth, or he’d stay angry for a long time. Severin knew that feeling all too well.

“It’s your loss, my friend. Let me know if anything feels off.” Severin pulled out of the connection, realizing the twins were in a deep discussion he’d missed most of.

“Pax, you can stay here with your sister—” Severin began.

“If I could find you, then you guys aren’t as off the grid as you believe.” Pax blinked his steady dark eyes up at Severin, as if assessing him.

“You have amazing mental capabilities that most don’t, though. How many others out there can do what you can?” Severin asked, staring at Pax, then Mari. They were both anomalies thanks to the experiments performed by the bastards who took both brother and sister and countless other victims.

“True, but we’re not dealing with your average criminals. The scientists who created us will know how to track us the same way I did. Of course, it’ll take them a little more time than it took me, you know, since they’re not as skilled as me.” Pax quirked one brow, a knowing glint in his eyes.

“What do you suggest, or where do you recommend is the best place to hide you then?” Severin was seriously interested to hear what this kid thought was a good place.

“Where do people like you hide?” Pax asked, sitting back and folding his arms across his chest with a smirk.

Severin looked to Uriel, then to Thana. “That’s actually brilliant. Of course, I’m not sure if I can get you there without talking to my brother and his female.”

“You said that with such disgust. How about I talk with Scepter? It might save you from actually throwing up in your mouth,” Thana suggested, smiling sweetly. She had the grace to cough, covering her laughter with a little sound while still making his body respond inappropriately. Damn the female.

“This must be what you were talking about when you spoke about their foreplay,” said Pax while making finger quotes.

“Seriously, why are the youth of today so damn disrespectful?” Severin asked, looking between the twins.

“Youth? Seriously, what are you, like thirty?” Pax asked.

Thana sputtered, then bent over laughing. If Severin hadn’t been flattered, he’d have laughed himself.

“Oh, kid. Don’t make that old fucker’s head any bigger by such statements. I mean, look at him. Does he look and talk like he’s that young?” Uriel asked, his expression making it clear he didn’t agree with Pax’s assumption about Severin’s age.

“So, have you had some tweaks done? This isn’t California, or whatever, but there’s bound to be some top plastic surgeons on this coast.” Pax rubbed his jaw as if he were thinking hard. “I’ve seen some of those reality television women after a facelift, and let me tell you, they look as young as their daughters. That is, until you look at their hands. Even their bodies look smoking hot, but it’s the hands that give them away. Is that why you got yours all tatted up, to hide the wrinkles and stuff?”

Severin dropped his head until his chin rested on his chest. Humans...they seriously had the strangest thought process. Not that he blamed the kid for thinking that way. He’d seen images of stars after they’d had work done, too, and thought the same thing.

Thana did her best to keep from falling over with laughter as Severin and Pax talked about plastic surgery. Men were fascinating creatures.

“I need to go back to the club and speak with Scepter and his female in person to see if there’s a way to take them to Fey. I don’t want to ask such a favor through normal channels.” Thana didn’t want to say more in the presence of the duo. Although Pax had remarkable mind skills, she recognized his signature and built her walls up to keep him out.

“Let’s all go visit the club. Hell, if the fuckers think to come at us there, they’ll realize really damn quick how stupid they are.” Severin flashed to Thana’s side, watching Pax’s expression as she did so.

“How the fuck did you go from over there to there in a blink of an eye?” Pax jumped from the couch. A weariness replaced the relaxed kid from earlier.

“Uriel, we’re going to flash to Club Jus Sanguinus. I can take Pax and you. Thana will take Mari. We go as a team. Enzo is going to fall back and cover us.” Severin looked down at Thana and wondered if she would concede.

“Give me a moment while I give Savage a heads-up. He’s the head of our Family and owns the club.” Thana closed her eyes, blocking out those around her.

“Don’t you need to use a telephone or something?” Pax asked.

She didn’t bother to answer, waiting for Savage to respond to her mental call. She’d learned to give him a few minutes to respond since he’d found his Fated Mate, Aurora. The two of them tended to get tangled up with each other no matter where they were. She swore Savage acted like a teen boy who just hit puberty or something.

“I heard that,” Savage said.

“My bad, Boss.” Thana did her best to make herself sound sincere. “I have a favor to ask, but I wanted to ask in person. Me, Scepter, and a few friends want to pop into the club in the next couple of minutes, if you agree?”