Page 63 of In Mourning

“Oh, gods…” Marquis swore under his breath and took a deep breath. “Put him on the phone, please.”

Bradley muttered an apology, and soft whispers preceded the phone changing hands.

“Warring. Please tell me you know what’s going on?” Marquis rubbed the bridge of his nose.

“Not a clue. I think his magic is freaking out because of my heat or the sheer frustration. I’ve been trying to lure him into my sack for months. I’m close to a heat and I was hoping it’d give him the ol’ motivator.” Warring huffed, ever a confident and sexually liberated omega.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Mads sighed, calling out loud enough to be heard. “Bradley accidentally bound you as his familiar.” Morgana nuzzled back against his chest, her frail little body finding sustenance despite the drama. He muttered under his breath as she did so. “I wasn’t even born a familiar, and I know that much.”

“I did what?”Bradley’s high-pitched squeak cracked through the phone. “When? How?”

“Who cares? Does this mean we can fuck now?” The line went quiet as Marquis sighed and wished them well, hanging up in time for Bradley to shriek something about not doingthaton his uncle’s couch.

Mads very much looked forward to seeing yet another of Baron’s experiments find their happily ever after.