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I place my hand on Kyson’s chest and look at him. He sighs.

“My mate wants to ask you both some questions, though now I have a few of my own,” Kyson says, looking at Trey.

“I will put on a pot of tea, My King.”

“Trey will make it. I don’t trust you,” I tell them. They look outraged at my words.

“I suppose that is understandable after what that mutt did,” the man says, and I raise an eyebrow at his words. Mutt? He would call his grandson a mutt?

“Brennon! Quiet! Go clean yourself up,” the woman hisses at him, and he growls in retort but storms inside, and so does Trey.

“Hands to yourselves in there,” Kyson snarls out the order, his aura erupting out, and his grip on me tightens when I nearly give way under it, not expecting it.

The woman across from us is brought to her knees under the weight of it, and the man dropped in the doorway of his house. Trey growls and grits his teeth. He nods, and Kyson releases Trey, who walks inside.

“Don’t you pass out on me. My side, not my feet,” Kyson growls, kissing my temple and holding me tighter. The man is fighting it when Kyson adds more weight to it. He screams, rolling onto his back.

“Submit Brennon, you old fossil,” Kyson growls. Brennan whimpers, then yelps before giving in to the order.

Kyson releases him, and the woman on the ground is panting for air. She bares her neck to Kyson, and he growls but lets her up. She dusts her hands off on her brown apron.

Brennan, however, sits up, leaning against the doorframe, trying to catch his breath. “Prick just like your father.” The man spits at him.

“Wrong, Brennon. I am so much worse than him. Test me again, and you’ll find out how much worse!” Kyson snarls, leading me to the verandah.

“I’m Mavis, dear. It is lovely to finally put a face to the name,” the woman says as she shows us to a small outside setting. I move to sit down when Kyson tugs me on his lap farther away from the couple as they take their seats.

“Why didn’t you come looking for Peter?” I ask.

“He got himself in trouble. Broke the law, and went against everything we believe in,” Brennan says, nodding to Kyson.

“Brennon was oathed to my father. A personal guard.”

“Correct, and the boy broke a sacred law. A few of them in fact. Therefore, I accept the fate coming to him,” Brennan says. Mavis looks at her hands and she says nothing though I can tell she feels for Peter.

“You would let him die?” I ask.

“Yep! I’d kill the little shit myself if the King asks,” Brennon states.

“I can handle the boy myself,” Kyson says, and Brennon nods once. I swallow. It sounds so cruel. Would no one fight for him? Though the woman’s eyes are glassy, she remains quiet and submissive to her mate.

“And Trey?” I ask just as he comes out.

“Oh, mom got around, didn’t you, ma?” Trey snarls, dropping a tray on the table. Brennan growls, his eyes glaring daggers at Trey.

“Watch your tongue, boy!” he sneers.

“Why? The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. Mom was whore. Ester is a whore … “

“Enough,” Kyson warns, and Trey presses his lips in a line.

“Oh, will you stop it? I never wanted you or your twin. Get over it. I was young and stupid, yet still, you blame me. Yourfather wasn’t my mate. What did you expect? I bring some other man’s bastard twin’s home with me?” she asks.

Wow,I think to myself.This woman is a nasty piece of work. Trey shakes his head and scoffs.

“No. I am glad dad raised us. His mate was my mother and worthy of the title. You are pathetic!” Trey spits at her.

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