"I am also aware of that but I'm hungry now and didn't want you to mistake this for something you could eat."
Milos rolls his eyes. "I would never." He feigns innocence. "So how did it go with your fated mate? You were out all night, didn't get home until what, almost ten o'clock this morning? Are there going to be hatchlings running around in the near future?"
I scowl at him, eyes narrowed while I scoop a huge bite of my food onto my fork and shove it in my mouth.
"Behave," Andrej scolds, reminding me why he's usually my favorite, then asks, "You did enjoy your time with Posey, yes?"
I grin and nod like an idiot, speaking once I swallow. "She is a magnificent female."
"That's it? That's all you're going to tell us?" Milos frowns. "Did you at least get to second base with her?"
Rolling my eyes I finish off my food, rinse the dish and put it in the dishwasher. "We mostly talked."
All three of them arch a brow in unison and I groan. "Well, she mostly talked. I listened and responded when appropriate."
"That sounds more accurate," Henrich says. "Any more confirmation that she is your fated one?"
I remove a six pack from the fridge and take a seat at the table. "Yes, actually."
"Such as?" Andrej, ever the skeptic, grabs a beer and sits back in his chair.
"Posey confirmed that she is drawn to me, explained it as an electrical current pulling us together."
Henrich nods. "Good, very good. She feels the shared life-bond then. What else?"
"Reaffirmation over the fact that my body temperature doesn't faze her, that she can scent me. There were sparks when I touched her, she can't see them yet but I know she feels them." I take a long drink of my beer. "I was able to hear more and more of her thoughts. Posey was highly empathic at various points during the evening, reading my emotions so acutely that it was obvious she could feel them."
"Fascinating," Henrich says, eyes alight with curiosity. "Anything else?"
I grin knowing damn well all three of them are going to shit when I tell them the last bit. "Josephine can see my wings."
Andrej immediately starts choking on his beer as Henrich shoots up from the table to pace and Milos, well, he was leaning back in his chair and now all I can see of him are his legs straight up in the air, socked feet pointed toward the ceiling.
"Posey can see your wings? Did she identify them as such? Does she know what you are? What we are?" Henrich fists his perfectly styled hair. "That's incredible. Most of the chronicles state that a human mate can only see their dragon's wings after the mating ritual is complete. I've never read anything saying otherwise. How is that possible?"
I lean back and cross my arms against my chest. "Her dad is a dragon."
The room erupts into total chaos and I just watch as all three of my brothers pace and spit questions I have been asking myself since leaving my mate's house.
Finally they all sit and turn expectant looks my way.
"I have more questions than answers at this point but here's what I know. Sgt. Hank Timmons is a retired police officer and has a very heavily militant background. Posey didn't think anything of it when we talked but she said he was an officer from the time he graduated from school but also told me of his time in the air force, of all things."
"They can't possibly coexist," Henrich says, eyes wide as he leans toward me.
"Right. So while she finished dinner we had time to chat. Hank told me he served in the air force in the 50's and 60's then again in the 80's, the army during the first and second World wars and led a northern militia during the United States Civil War."
"Whoa, hold up," Milos says. "That means he has to be close to two hundred years old."
"He's almost four hundred and ten."
Henrich's jaw drops. "How did you even get into this conversation?"
"When I introduced myself. His dragon recognized mine immediately. Hank's eyes flashed white and then he acknowledged me as his king."
"Where was Posey during all of this?"
"She doesn't know, does she?" Andrej asks.
