Her boys paled.
“Demon-witch hybrid girls?” Sam said slowly, shaking his head. “As our sisters? We’ll never get to sleep again.”
Daire patted her hand. “Sounds like a plan to me.”
She nearly hopped as they reached the lift. “I never thought I’d say this, but it’s so good to be alive.”
“I agree.” Her mate pressed the button, and within moments, they were at the right level.
They studied the explosives, which were fairly simple. Setting one to blow would blow them all, and there were enough piled high that the entire mountain would go.
Daire carefully engaged one with a timer and gave them five minutes.
Felicity’s chest felt way too full. She paused at the control section of the level but did the right thing. Flipping several buttons, she grabbed the microphone and made sure all speakers in the mine and adjoining business part were fully on. “Hello. This is your one warning. Since all of you can teleport, if you haven’t already done so, you’re gonna want to in the next four minutes. This place is going to blow.”
Daire clapped. “Nicely done.”
“Thanks.” She slid out from behind the console and ran to take his hand. They hustled up the lift and to where the boys were pacing frantically.
“Mom—” Zane started.
She walked right into his arms. “The mountain is going to blow in about three minutes.”
He shook his head and grabbed Logan in a half hug. “Sam? Get Daire.”
Then he whisked them from danger.
Daire left Felicity sleeping peacefully in a guest bedroom in Simone’s penthouse after a long shower. A very long shower where he’d made sure all the blood was washed off her for good. He stalked out to the living area and paused to take in the Seattle skyline. Stunning and sparkling. Just like his mate.
The Kyllwood three lounged on sofas and chairs in the massive room after having eaten what looked like several pounds of cheeseburgers.
“Transporting takes protein,” Sam said around a mouthful of French fries.
“I wouldn’t know,” Logan muttered, grabbing for a plate of what looked like mini-tacos.
At this point, Daire would need another job just to keep the kid fed. “You have plenty of time to learn how to teleport. Stop worrying about it.”
Zane finished texting something on his phone and glanced up. “How’s Mom?”
“Exhausted.” Daire padded barefoot around the sofa, grabbed a lone cheeseburger, and dropped onto a chair. “I figure we all should talk.”
“We’ve already been talking,” Logan said, pulling a beer from a bucket and tossing it at him.
Daire caught it one-handed. He’d figured. He studied the three men. Black hair, green eyes, and their mama’s stubborn chin. He could do worse for family. “What did you all decide?” Not that it mattered, because he was keeping Felicity for good. But getting along with her kids would probably be a good thing, and truth be told, he liked all three of them.
“Nobody is good enough for our mom,” Sam said, eyeing the fries still on Logan’s plate.
“Agreed,” Daire said evenly.
Zane breathed out. “If she has to be with somebody instead of being a nun like I suggested, then we talked, and you’ll do.”
High praise indeed from one of the most powerful men on the planet. Daire took a drink of his beer. “Thanks.”
“Truth be told, I’m glad somebody else can be looking out for her,” Zane said, leaning forward. “I’m not sure, but I think she has completely lost her mind.”
Logan snorted. “Nah. She just feels safe for the first time in her life, and now she’s exploring a little bit.”
Zane sobered. “I guess she feels safe because of you, Dunne.”
That warmed him all over. “I won’t let anything happen to her. You have my word.” It was heartfelt and the least he could promise.
“I can’t believe she killed Bychkov all by herself,” Logan breathed.
Pride lifted Daire’s chest. “She had a plan.” The woman was amazing with a good plan. “She said she was going to take him down, and she did exactly that.”
“Your mating will secure an alliance between the demon nation and the Coven Nine,” Zane said.
“No.” Daire tipped back his beer and allowed the local brew to cool his throat. “I mean, aye, it probably would, but my mating is not a political issue, and it’ll remain private.”
Zane grinned. “Nicely said.”
Sam snorted and swiped a couple of Logan’s fries. “You know she’s a grandma, right?”
Daire lifted an eyebrow. “So?”
“Welcome to the family, Grandpa,” Zane drawled.
Daire blinked. He wasn’t old enough, not by a long shot, to be a grandpa. Hell, he wasn’t even a dad yet. “Can’t wait for your mom to give birth to a sibling for you three.” His grin even felt a little dangerous. “You know, twins run in my family.”
“Oh God,” Zane breathed, falling back in his seat.
Daire nodded with just a hint of smugness. None of them, and that included him, were ready for witch-demon crossbred girls. God help the world. Take in their slightly crazy mother, add in a cranky witch for a father, and life would definitely get interesting. “Speaking of wild plans, what happened with the Sjenerøse mine?”
“Completely destroyed, set off a nine-point earthquake, and soon the entire island will be in the sea,” Sam said.
Daire grinned. His mate was damn dangerous, now wasn’t she? He couldn’t even imagine being with somebody calm and docile. How boring. Thank goodness fate had other plans than what he thought he’d wanted. “I love her. Just so you know.”
“Yeah. We caught that,” Zane said. “Welcome to the family, Enforcer.”
Chapter 33
Felicity snuggled down in the thick bedclothes not feeling an ounce of guilt for eavesdropping on the men in her life. Daire would be good for the boys. He was experienced, tough, and incredibly sweet. The boys would be good for him, too. There wasn’t time to get cranky and stuck in one place when the boys were around, and Daire needed that, whether or not he realized it at the moment.
Her body ached, and her muscles pounded, but she’d never been happier. Who knew when she embarked on her crazy plan to drug an enforcer and glean information that she would’ve found love and happiness? Once again, she shook her head at the oddity of life, grateful beyond measure.
A tablet dinged from the bedtable, and she sat up, swiping a finger across the screen.
“Cee Cee Cee Cee,” exclaimed a joyous toddler.
“My baby, Hope,” she responded, just as much joy filtering through her as she took in Hope Kyllwood. At about fourteen months, the girl was adorable beyond words with huge blue eyes, curly brown hair, and very pink cheeks. A rim of green surrounded her blue eyes, and a prophecy marking climbed down her neck, but for now, she was just a kid happy to see family.
The girl clapped her pudgy hands together. “Cee Cee Cee.”
Felicity laughed. “It’s good to see you, too.”
The baby gurgled, delight dancing across her face.
The screen widened, and Janie Kayrs, Hope’s mom, came into view. “Hi, Felicity. I hope it’s okay we called. Hope has been chanting your name for hours.”
Felicity nodded at her daughter-in-law. “Always call. Any time and any place.” Janie looked very much like her daughter, pretty with very intelligent eyes and was the perfect mate for Zane. “Zane will be home soon.”
Janie grinned, flashing a dimple. “He says you’re robbing banks these days.”
“Um, yeah.” That probably wasn’t a good example to set for her granddaughter, was it?
“Awesome. If you ever need backup, please call on me. I’d love to rob a bank.” Janie tugged on Hope’s curls. “Mom wants to come, too.”