Malcolm
I was relieved to have my mate in my arms again. Watching her just up and leave suddenly as Xerxes howled in my head was painful. I hold her face in my hands and stare into her blue eyes. “You have to stop doing that to me.”
Tears well up in her eyes, and I feel guilty. “I’m sorry, Malcolm,” She sniffles. “I was led to believe I was on the path to finding my aunt.”
I hug her again, and she is still until one of our twins makes a noise. My mother had been holding Yvaine while my sister Piper was holding Damon, but now Tuatha had him. Sofia pulls away from me and turns her attention to our daughter. She takes Yvaine from my mother and cradles her. “Hi, honey,” She coos. “Uncle Virgil tricked me,” She glances at a man standing by a fireplace.
I look him up and down, “how?”
“He lu
