“You’re an idiot.”
“It occurred to me last night that it totally figures that you’d get a mate with a race we’ve never believed was real. You’ve always been so excited about meeting unique types of people within the Council.”
“I have been fascinated with learning everything I can about races and having the opportunity to talk to them,” Renny remarked with a smile. “Rorie’s definitely unique.”
“Last living light fairy and he’s probably already outside, ready to burn the world, thinking you’ve changed your mind. You ready to do this shit?”
Taking Dra’Kaedan’s hand, Renny straightened his shoulders. “Yep. So ready.”
“Do you know what the best part of you being with Rorie is?” Dra’Kaedan asked once they’d left the bedroom.
“That we love each other?”
“Okay, second-best part.”
“I’m concerned that you actually had something above it.”
“You know me, I sometimes let thoughts spill out before I think them through.”
“You and Rorie have that in common,” Renny muttered. They made it down the long hallway and into the great room.
“That’s why he’s awesome. But listen, because we’re almost to the door.”
“What?” Renny asked, coming to a halt.
“Brogan has to keep Rorie safe,” Dra’Kaedan said with a snicker. “With me, he’s constantly worried I might do something crazy, but he can hold my hand and pretend that it’s one hundred percent because he loves me…which is probably closer to seventy percent and the rest is pure terror. Rorie is more impulsive than me and probably has about the same amount of power. My mate may wind up with ulcers.”
“It’s kind of sick you think that’s funny.”
“Why?”
“Because who wishes pain on their mate?”
“Well, if mine would loosen the fuck up and relax, he wouldn’t have the issue in the first place.”
The door whipped open, and the man in question was standing there with a frown. “There you two are.”
“I love you, Brogan,” Dra’Kaedan said, letting Renny go to throw himself in his mate’s waiting arms.
“Don’t start shit. Today is about Renny.”
With a roll of his eyes, Renny waited until Brogan turned to squeeze past the pair, who were probably already bickering. His gaze sought Rorie, and he was standing in front of Aleksander and Rafe, wearing his beaded cloak. They grinned at one another; then Renny jogged over, stood in front of him, and stole a quick kiss.
“I was growing worried,” Rorie offered.
“I wanted to make sure I looked perfect.”
“You always do, Ren. I look forward to seeing you later when you are concealed by nothing and infinitely pleasing to my eye.”
Renny’s cheeks pinkened as Rafe’s eyebrows flew upward. “We’re ready to start,” he told his High Kings.
“The mating ceremony or the naked thing? Because I need to know whether I should cover Rafe’s eyes,” Aleksander teased.
“And what? You get to look?” Rafe demanded with a scowl.
“No, I will have mine closed and only be thinking of you.”
“I will wait to strip Ren until night falls, as is his wish,” Rorie stated proudly.
