“I imagine it will be most intense. I am growing hard just thinking about it.”
Renny pulled away and took his hand. “You’re always going to be dangerous, aren’t you?”
“I sincerely hope so. Ren?”
“Yeah?” Renny asked, tugging Rorie out into the hall.
“You look very fine on my arm.”
“I like my mating mark too, but didn’t it hurt like a bitch to get?”
“It was unpleasant.”
When they arrived in the kitchen, Noirin smiled. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Are you kidding? I’ve been waiting for this since I first learned about Dra’Kaedan’s issue.”
“It is good that because your souls are tied, we cannot be cast out onto the street,” Rorie muttered.
“Come on, this is going to be fun.”
“My brother won’t be happy,” Kendrick said with a frown. “You better save my ass if his wolf attacks.”
“Mortis will not hurt you; he knows Rafe loves you,” Renny argued.
“I’m saying he’s first and foremost loyal to Rafe. He might not kill me, but I wouldn’t put it past him to chomp a little if Rafe’s pissed.”
“I’ll save you if Renny won’t,” Noirin promised.
“Let’s get this over with,” Kendrick groused, clearly not happy about the possibility of upsetting Rafe. Renny cast a quick spell, and Kendrick picked up the cake designed to resemble the castle Rorie had called home in Sindrell.
“After you, gentlemen,” Noirin remarked, pulling open the door.
Dra’Kaedan clapped his hands. “One of the awesome things about having a High King that appreciates the best in life is not having to wait for cake.”
“Did you just compliment me, Squirt?” Aleksander asked.
“I was talking about Rafe.”
“Yes, I know, but I’m the best thing in his life.”
“Whatever, Tallosaur. I want cake.”
Kendrick set down the exquisite creation on a table, and Renny stood next to it, his hand still clasped with Rorie’s. “Do your thing,” Rafe’s brother insisted, still frowning.
“Cut it,” Dra’Kaedan enthused.
“We wanted to thank everyone again for being here today for Rorie and me,” Renny said. “It was important to us to not only have you in attendance but to observe the traditions of D’Vaire. However, there’s one we’d prefer not to follow, and it has to deal with this beautiful cake that Kendrick and Noirin designed.”
Rorie never took his eyes off Dra’Kaedan as Renny set the cake on fire. The Grand Warlock’s mouth fell open, and he dramatically lifted a hand to his forehead. Without a word, he swooned, and Rafe leaped into action to catch the warlock as Brogan rolled his eyes.
“I mean…it’s my house. Do I get to say something?” Rafe asked Aleksander while holding a listless Dra’Kaedan in his arms.
“Yep. Go for it.”
“Why the heck did you make Noirin and Kendrick work on a cake, so you could set it on fire? That’s a waste of their time,” Rafe said to Renny.
“And an atrocity,” Dra’Kaedan grumbled. His eyes were still closed, and he languished in the High King’s embrace.
