Page 63 of Worthy Promises
“Hmm, that I don’t know,” Lex responded. “But we’ll check.”
Oliver took a plate from Worthington and handed it to Orion. Once his brother had a secure hold on it, Oliver grabbed another dish from Worthington to fill up with his own meal.
“Maybe Daravius and Drekkoril could make us a magical one if we can’t find a Fae puzzle,” Zarasha suggested.
“I think it would be so cool to have magic,” Orion said.
“It is,” Zarasha commented with a strange note in her voice Oliver hadn’t heard from the normally boisterousto’faer. “I didn’t have it very long, and I didn’t know many spells, but I liked it. I’m going to ask Daravius and Drekkoril about puzzles now.”
She dashed off, and Orion frowned. “It’s not fair that Zarasha lost her magic.”
“Sometimes when accidents happen, you have to make the best of things,” Oliver told his brother.
“Owliver’s right,” Worth added. “No one wanted Zarasha to lose anything.”
“I know Xak didn’t mean it,” Orion replied as Oliver helped him reach the food laid out on the counter and add it to his plate. “Xak is very nice. I think he’d give Zarasha her magic back if he could.”
“Without a doubt,” Lex said.
Zarasha zoomed over and nearly rammed into Orion’s legs in her excitement to return to his side. “Daravius will make us whatever puzzles we want! Let’s go sit with him and give him our ideas.”
“Oh,” Orion replied. “I’ll have to think of some good things.”
“I hope he has enough food on his plate,” Worthington lamented as the pair dashed off.
“If not, he can get seconds,” Oliver reminded him. Worthington handed Asteria a piece of bacon, which she crunched into next to Oliver’s ear.
“That’s true,” Worthington replied, his concern replaced with a smile. “Come along, Owliver. Let’s go find our seats and leave Lex to romance Rutledge a bit more this morning.”
“We sit at the same table with you,” Lex called after them as Worthington led Oliver to a table with the High Kings. Oliver had yet to eat a meal without Worthington’s older brother and his mate.
To Oliver’s amusement, Rafe’s hair was a mess of tangled curls, and he was still in his pajamas as he ate his breakfast next to Aleksander. The first High King was immaculately dressed ina button-down and smiling fondly at Rafe as the Grand Duke chatted with Renny.
At Brogan’s side, Dra’Kaedan was a man on a mission. His fork barely paused between mouthfuls of food, and if Dra’Kaedan was conscious of what was going on in the dining room around him, he gave no hint; he consumed his meal as if it were his last. Or someone was going to steal his plate in a second.
Oliver barely had his butt in his chair when Lex and Rutledge joined them. With a glare for Worth, Lex sat.
“What have you done to Lex now?” Aleksander asked, his blue-black gaze with its distinctive silver and golden rings around the pupil landing on his middle brother’s face.
Worthington shrugged one shoulder. “I can hardly even hazard a guess about what is bothering Lex. The only thing I can rule out is any frustration with our fair Rutledge.”
“Of course I’m not mad at Rutledge,” Lex retorted, shifting his focus to Aleksander. “Your brother is giving me shit for showing up late to breakfast, which is ridiculous. I can come and eat whenever I want. And I might add he was nearly as late as me.”
“What a foolish statement,” Worthington said. “I’ve a mate to enjoy. I’m not Dra’Kaedan. My breakfast isn’t more important than my other half.”
Dra’Kaedan whipped his head around to the table full of people behind them, including the warlock’s parents, but Oliver wasn’t sure why. Then he took his middle finger and rubbed it up his nose as if scratching an itch while locking eyes with an unrepentant Worthington.
“He doesn’t love food more than me,” Brogan stated forcefully. His brows knitted together, and his jaw flexed. “I mean, I guess he doesn’t. I’m not sure he’s ever said those exact words.”
“If my mom wasn’t sitting behind me, I’d set you on fire right now,” Dra’Kaedan muttered.
“It was a joke, baby. But seriously, your mom being resurrected was probably the second-best thing to ever happen in my life,” Brogan commented with a kiss to Dra’Kaedan’s nose. Apparently mollified, Dra’Kaedan returned to consuming his meal and ignoring everything else.
“Why are you being nice to him?” Renny asked.
Brogan scowled. “I’m always nice to him.”
“What he meant was, why aren’t you two having a stupid argument?” Aleksander asked.
