Chapter 44 : Love Me, Love Me Not

*Lucas*

“... and you brought it here," George said, staring at the pink orb nestled in red silk in the middle of the coffee table between the four of us.

“We brought it here," I replied with a wince.

“They brought it here!" Robbie boomed, sounding as excited as a kid in a toy store.

“We're sorry about that," Brady added.

“Don't be," George and Robbie said together, though probably for different reasons.

“And apparently there's another one somewhere that we're supposed to find," I sighed.

“Never a dull moment," Brady added.

“Maybe Alison won't miss me for a few weeks," Robbie said whimsically.

George shook his head sharply. “She'll miss you. And you have duties here."

“Aww, but this is life and death, world-saving stuff!" Robbie protested.

“No," George said firmly, then added with a respectful cough, “Alpha."

Robbie sulked, staring at the orb.

“Oliver is taking us to the Winter Forest. Hopefully, my mother will be able to shed more light on the situation," I said. “It'll be pretty boring, Alpha, I'm sure."

“Liar," Robbie grunted, but he gave up on his thirst for adventure.

I wrapped the orb up just the same so he didn't have to keep sulking at it. “In any case, we haven't quite decided what needs to be done with it. I mean, aside from some cryptic orders from the Goddess, we really don't know… what the best course of action is."

“You mean you don't know. Sasha's perfectly happy to keep working with the thing to see if she can't figure it out herself," Brady said.

I grimaced. “Yes, well, I'm still not sure it shouldn't be thrown in the sea."

“Sounds like that wouldn't help, from what the High Priestess said," George observed.

“Yeah. Kind of why I haven't chucked it out with the tide," I said.

“And, why didn't you take it to the White Queen again?" Robbie asked.

My shoulders slumped. “That was probably a bad move on my part. I was just afraid of someone in her court finding out and trying to steal the orb or use it. But since we know more about it now...."

“The fact that it was awakened by a dream dancer, for instance," Brady said.

“Yes. Maybe that means only a dream dancer can use it? I touched the thing while it was active and it blasted me into the wall. Literally," I recalled.

the White Queen," Robbie boomed. It was nearly an Alpha's order. “But… given you are already in the Light Realm trying to find out more about the

“Yes, that's a good

course it is. I came up with it,"

is

know, just because you're married to my daughter doesn't

try to smoothe

have seen your faces," Robbie

George

it was a running joke," I

me right out of my chair. “That's what makes it

scooping the silk-covered orb back into my bag, “we probably don't need to keep staring at the thing. I'm glad we talked, though. You're right,

for dinner. Though she and Joy are getting all wrapped up in this birthday thing. I swear, it's

myself. I was

me on the back, and I weaved. “Don't worry, son. She's your mate. A blind man

said quietly. “Thank you. I'll see

Robbie could give

walk," Brady suggested, and I gave in

down by the beach, shoes off,

silent, though I sensed there was something he wanted to say.

turned. “You're a wreck over this

plopped myself down right in the sand. “I'd like her to be my

me.

the impression my hand was

loves you to bits and pieces,"

so, yes,"

and pieces, trust me. If she's going to let you do

“How did you know

advice before you

red. “I don't know if I

I get some of that, too. Nothing to be embarrassed about," Brady grinned.

“Enough said," I agreed.

swept away with his

her to meet her," I replied with a slight smile.

wolf, and

elbows and stared up at the sky. “Then I'll have a new

you mark

want her to have plenty of time–quiet time–to think it through. And I'd like us to spend time together when, you know, there isn't a crisis. And… call me sentimental… but I would

“Wine. Roses," Brady said.

that, yeah," I

are a romantic, Lucas

suppose

awkward. “...

“Wine. Roses?" I teased.

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