“Let’s go in and see what happens,” Aleksander said. “Saying no to someone isn’t easy, but if it’s impossible, we have to accept that.”
“Doesn’t mean we won’t try, Tallosaur,” Dra’Kaedan snarked.
“Squirt, I know that. I’m saying that you have limits,” Aleksander remarked; then he gave him a shit-eating grin. “I mean, obviously, or you wouldn’t be pocket-sized.”
“For Fate’s sake, let’s go meet these guys before Dra’Kaedan starts flinging fire,” Renny begged.
With a chuckle, Conley turned and led them to the conference room door. The minute the fallen knight swung it open, every cell in Renny’s body went on alert. With Dra’Kaedan’s memories gifted to him at his summoning, Renny was aware of what an erection might feel like, but as a familiar he’d lacked any sexuality until that second when his life changed. His dick grew hard, and sensation rocketed through him as the spicy-sweet smell of cloves hit his nose.
“Sioflla Tirioteso, im v’airsell nioll on ira,” a breathless voice said. While Renny did not understand the words, he was uncannily aware that his mate spoke them.
Without thinking, he shoved Dra’Kaedan aside and his smile formed as his gaze locked with gorgeous eyes, a barely luminous shade of pale gold with a ring of scaly navy near the pupil. His hair was so blond it was nearly white, and accented with dark-blue streaks. Braided away from his face in tiny plaits, they formed a larger one that appeared to stop at the middle of his head where a ponytail poofed out, showing off his thick tresses. His slightly pointed ears were filled with rings in the same pale gilt of his glowing orbs. Although his expression was shocked, nothing could rob him of his ethereal beauty. The dark-azure scrollwork that decorated his skin especially intrigued Renny.
It flowed down the sides of his neck, through the almost translucent fabric of his ivory tunic, and along the outsides of his arms. Whether it covered more of him was impossible to know. The rest of his attire was in Renny’s favorite shade of deep sapphire, from his velvet vest to his pants and kickass boots with tons of buckles which were made from an intriguing fabric. Like the D’Vaire sash Renny had on, that was a mix of shedded scales from Aleksander and Rafe’s dragons, the stranger appeared to be wearing an animal skin.
“Lich Sentinel and Reverent Knights, I must ask that you introduce us to the smallest blond man in the crown,” a much taller guy than the one Renny was staring at announced.
“I’m Grand Warlock Familiar Renny D’Vaire,” he said directly to his mate.
“Grand Warlock Familiar Renny D’Vaire, allow me to present your v’airsell nioll. He is Protector Roriethiel of the Fae,” the same man who had first spoken said. Dressed like Renny’s other half, he was in creams instead of blues. “I am his bemollo, Noble Protector Drekkoril of the Fae.”
“Sein ma Rorie,” he commented, then shook his head. “Call me Rorie.”
“Uh…Renny? What’s going on?” Brogan asked, his tone a mixture of interest and hostility.
“Rorie is my mate,” Renny said without breaking eye contact with the man.
“Mate?” Rorie asked. His brow creased, and he peered up at Drekkoril. “T’re dioilia ‘mate’ maam?”
“ ‘Mate’ is friend,” Drekkoril answered with a shrug.
“What does‘v’airsell nioll’mean?” Renny asked, wondering how in the world this was going to work. Rorie wasn’t a “friend;” he was the man Fate picked out for him.
“In your language, the direct translation is ‘eternal soul,’ ” Drekkoril stated.
“I’m going to take a wild guess thatv’airsell niollis your version of our word ‘mate,’ ” Dra’Kaedan supplied.
Rorie grinned. “Béteahas chosen us.”
“Noble Protector Drekkoril and Protector Roriethiel of the Fae will be coming to D’Vaire,” Rafe stated firmly and unequivocally, not that Renny would offer a single argument.
Chapter 3
Rorie could not dim his smile, nor did he try as he continued to stare at his v’airsell nioll. The strange trip suddenly made sense to him. Bétea had sent him there to find Grand Warlock Familiar Renny D’Vaire, who was a sorcerer of light. Reaching out with his limited abilities, he sensed a tie between Renny and the blond man standing next to him. Although he didn’t want to stop looking at Renny, he forced himself to glance over. They shared similar traits and resembled each other as if they were related, but why was there a connection between their magic pools? As a Fae, he was protective of his other half and didn’t like that he had another being linked to his soul.
The men in the room were talking, but Rorie wasn’t listening. Instead, he was trying to figure out what type of magic Renny had…he was strangely like the Fae. All paths appeared available to him. What did his title mean, and how powerful was he in this world? It might take him some convincing to give up political clout to get caught in the war Rorie had politically with Drekkoril. Renny must understand that even though they’d yet to exchange blood, their lives were now forever entwined.
“Drekkoril,avtilleon oma tokashir on ilaninoel,” Rorie demanded.
“It isyourduty to attend to your v’airsell nioll, and you need to speak his English so he can understand you,” Drekkoril answered.
“I am being most rude,” Rorie stated, grandly interrupting whatever conversation was going on around him. “What do you know of fairies?”
“Very little,” the blond next to Renny remarked. “We don’t want to assume that the things written of the Fae in storybooks are reality. It’s important to us to learn about your people from you directly.”
“What is your name, and why is your soul touching my v’airsell nioll’s?”
“Roriethiel, if you were paying attention, you would know that is Grand Warlock Dra’Kaedan D’Vaire. Do not allow your mind to wander.”
