Page 9 of War of the Mazza


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“He would, but it would be extremely helpful with you already in the know.” Yunez tapped two long fingers on the table.

Wade accepted that with a single nod. “And I suppose I’m not to tell him of this meeting?”

“No, by all means, tell him everything I said. I’m not asking you to keep secrets on our behalf. Just answer my call when I make it.”

“I can do that,” Wade said quietly, the corners of his lips downturned from his continued hard thinking. “If you’ll excuse me, I think I need to freshen up in my room. I need to leave early in the morning to continue on my way to Senadia.”

“Of course, of course.” Yunez waved a hand magnanimously. “Your room is prepared for you and your party. Let us know if you need anything.”

Wade stood and I rushed to stand up too.

His eyes softened as he glanced at me. Good. At least I wasn’t coming off as an insensitive asshole.

“Before you leave, maybe tomorrow morning, can we chat?” I curled my fingers until my nails bit into my palms.

“Sure, child. I’d be delighted to.” Then he bowed to our table and started making his way to where the rest of his party sat off to the side. A server met them, probably to show them to their room.

I hadn’t even moved to sit down when the doors to the hall opened. A much smaller group of people moved through. It wouldn’t have meant much to me, except Egan knocked his chair over in his haste to run to them. He whooped in joy before catching them in a group hug.

Yunez reached over the table and touched my arm, an amused smirk on his face. “Are you ready to meet his family?”

Oh shit.

Egan’s family?

I’d never met the family of any of my past boyfriends. Hell, not even the families of any of my friends. Not really.

The man laughing boisterously as Egan smothered them in hugs looked nothing like Egan. He was bulky, as bulky as I’d seen any Fennin, with black hair, brown eyes, and freckles. Lots and lots of freckles.

Then there were the two girls jumping and squealing, their tinkling voices warming my heart.Theylooked just like my Caen mate.

They looked like they were in their late teens or early twenties. But with our fresh-faced, long-lasting youth, that really meant nothing, since everyone was forever twenty-one.Or maybe that meant everything?

The man who had to be his father barely looked a day over twenty-seven. It was odd just because he was Egan’s dad.

“Do you want to go over and say hello?” Nato cupped the back of my arm as he dipped his mouth to my ear.

I peeled my lips away from my teeth in a grimace. “No? But yes? I’ve never met anyone’s family before. And Rand’s family doesn’t count because they’re cunt nuggets.”

Jari snorted, then covered his mouth with his fist. Rand shook his head with a half-smile on his face. He knew I was right.

“I’ll escort you. They’re sweethearts, you have nothing to worry about.” Nato held out his arm and grinned down at me.

Blowing out a breath, I nodded. Here went nothing.

Their lips were moving, and I had a clear shot to Egan and his family, but their voices were too low for me to hear what they were actually saying. He stepped back and glanced over at me, a wide, winning smile spreading across his face as he moved to the side and wrapped an arm around each sister.

The younger, shorter sister looked up at Egan with nothing short of adoration, then right at me.

My steps faltered.

Holy hell, she really was the spitting image of Egan. What a female version of him would look like. Then his other sister moved her attention to me, and she was just as stunning. They were both little Egans.

My heart squeezed. He’d make beautiful babies.

You know, if there wasn’t a war getting ready to happen and a whole secret House thirsting for our demise. Or a quasi secret society trying to take over Earth. We couldn’t forget about Rainer and his crew.

“Freyja, Laila, Da. I want you to meet my mate. My Mazza.” Pride blared through his words. “Isolde, Issy for short.”

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