Brody's POV
'Are you sure you don't want to come with me this time? I heard there's going to be an Angel food cake.' Emery teased through our mind link. 'And if I heard correctly, Blake would make the air-fried pork tenderloin. Your fa-a-a-vorite.' He emphasized the last word.
Although I couldn't see his face, I knew he was smirking. And mentioning my favorite meals was a very low blow, especially as my stomach started to rumble at the thought of the amazingly delicious specialties. But he knew why I didn't want to return.
It's been six years since I was last home, long six years of constant involvement in the council's missions. I have traveled almost the whole world following orders. And even though I missed home dearly, I refused to return each year.
Not because I was unwelcomed.
