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He quirked a brow at the odd name. “We’re back,” he announced. “Larena and I have clothes for everybody.”

“Everybody?”

“Since we’re meeting with an archangel tonight, I figured we wouldn’t mind dressing appropriately. Is Kross fully grown now?” he asked when sensing an OCD anal joke coming on.

“What should we expect when we get there?”

“Oh, he is definitely fully grown,” Kildare said with soft pride. “He’s nearly a head taller than Krave.”

“He exaggerates,” Krave accused in the background.

“He’s quite a force,” Kildare continued. “All of us in him, but more. And he’s eager to meet you. We’re under the oak, around a fire that he built himself.”

“Using my boy scout method or yours?” Reuban asked, grinning.

“What do you think?”

Reuban chuckled and exhaled, relief washing through him as his emotions remained a tangled storm. “We’ll see you in five minutes.”

He hung up and turned to Larena. “They’re under the oak, around a fire that Kross built himself. He’s fully grown.”

Larena’s blue-green eyes met his, fierce and unyielding, but her small hand reached out, gripping his arm with a strength that shouldn’t exist in her delicate form. Her power flared, a sharp, angelic force that cut through the chaos of his emotions. “You will be steady, Kollaborator,” she said, her voice a low command, her grip tightening. “For him. For all of us.”

Reuban steadied himself when his body demanded things that would require more than a minute to have with her.

They stepped out of the SUV, the cool air hitting Reuban like a balm as he grabbed the bags of clothes from the back, their weight steadying him further.

Larena fought with him about sharing the load and he finally obliged with a goofy grin when she mentioned not wanting a bossy husband.

As they climbed the hill, he finally had to know. “Does this mean you think we’re married?”

She shot out a tiny laugh. “Married,” she mocked. “To a Kollaborator King? The Angel of Mothers?” She flashed glances at him, her perfect little mouth toying with a smile. “Do you even hear yourself?”

“I do hear myself,” he said, the descent down the other side of the hill suddenly a distraction.

“It was a joke,” she mumbled innocently. “My King.”

His cock jerked at her tone. “I see,” he said, wishing he was eating her pussy while discussing it. “My Queen.”

“Hmm,” she lightly doubted. “But you already have a Queen.”

He nearly tripped over his dick at the bottom of the hill at catching a tinge of something that boiled his lust. Possessive jealousy.

“What Raviel has ordained, I cannot undo. But I can assure you that the King you awakened and created belongs to nobody but my Angel of Mothers.”

“Your Angel of Mothers,” she dared, her smile reaching her pretty eyes. “You think you own me now?”

“I think I own…” Reuban’s brain and legs quit working when his gaze landed on the group at the small fire across the courtyard. “Holy shit,” he whispered, seeing Kildare smiling next to Krave who threw punches at a tall, broad man’s iron-ribbed stomach. His bright, exuberant laugh brought a rush of emotions that stole Reuban’s breath.

“Is he only wearing a sheet?” Larena fussed quietly.

He was. And the firelight picked up deep brown hair with hints of gold, dark eyes shimmering with joy. His skin seemed to glow with a golden sheen, and his sharp jawline carried Kaos’s edge, but softened by a boyish grin. And that chest and those strong legs… Wow. “He’s a fucking god of radiant storms,” Reuban whispered, his heart pounding as he hurried forward.

Kross suddenly turned, his eyes landing right on him. His Little King froze for a moment then broke into a run with a booming, “Uncle Reuban!”

Before Reuban could steady the storm of emotions, the man who he’d held in his arms four hours earlier lifted him off his feet in a tight embrace.

Reuban hugged him back, his chest tight as fierce pride and love flooded him.