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I rushed up to hug them both. “How was the ride?”
“Cold,” Mum answered.
Dad snorted. “Wasn’t that bad.”
Mum scoffed. “The temp always drops when travelling this way.” Mum glanced up at Eve and Quake. “Hey, you two. How are you liking Ballarat?”
Eve leaned in and mock whispered, “I think it’s cold too.”
“Damn right, girl. See, I’m not the only one.” Mum waved a hand to the large table. “Come, take a seat.”
Before they could move, a door banged open before we heard, “I am here. Bow down at my greatness.”
“I’m gonna kill him if he dinted our goddamn wall,” Talon bit out.
“Honey,” Zara said.
When Julian and Mattie entered, I swooped in for a hug, wrapping them both in an arm. “Hey, hi, hello.”
“Oh, sweetums, it’s so good to see you. Our visit after you got back wasn’t long enough.” He cupped my cheek and kissed my forehead.
“Rommy, it’s great to see you.” Mattie smiled. “And before you ask, Aelia has a cold, so she couldn’t make it. But she wants to see you soon to talk about some book series she’s found.”
Perking up, I nodded. “I’ll text her. But come here.” I took their hands and walked them over to Eve and Quake.
Julian noticed Quake first. “Sweet Mother Mary, you’re even better in person.” He then glanced at Eve. “You both are.”
“They’re mine,” I told him.
Quake and Eve grinned.
Julian’s brows pinched. “As in your friends, right, pumpkin?”
I guessed news hadn’t travelled to everyone.
Gaping, I asked, “You haven’t heard?”
Julian shook his head. “I know I love a good gossip, but I’ve been busy this month.”
“They’re mine,” I told him.
He patted me on the top of the head. “You said that.”
“You’re dating them?” Mattie guessed.
I grinned and bounced on my feet. “Yep.”
Julian gaped. “You lucky little mortal.”
He turned to Mattie and went to open his mouth, but Mattie quickly said, “No. You know I don’t share.”
Julian gave him a sultry smirk as he wrapped his hands around Mattie’s upper arm and leaned into him. “This is true. Plus, I’d claw anyone’s eyes out if they touched you.”
“Great. That’s sorted. Let’s fuckin’ eat,” Talon ordered from his seat at the head of the table. He leaned forward and uncovered the trays of barbequed meat and vegetables in front of him before throwing the lids to the floor behind him. “Drake, grab the other two lids for me,” he ordered since Drake was closer to them.
“Talon,” Zara snapped, slapping at her husband’s arm.
“Relax, kitten, I’ll pick them up later.”
