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Then one night, everything changed.

Chapter 67

Aran

SUPRISES

Consanguineous (adjective): of the same blood or origin.

There was a loud, ominous knock on the front door, and when I opened it, Lothaire stood framed in moonlight.

Long moments passed as we stared at each other.

“Congrats, daughter,” he whispered, and a smile curled up his lips. “I told you that you were powerful.” He winked. “You’re my daughter, after all.”

I rolled my eyes and gestured for him to come in.

When he passed my mates, who were crowding behind me protectively, he turned to the kings and said, “I trust you used the RJE device I gave you wisely?”

Scorpius smirked evilly and said, “Over three hundred fae guards have been—eliminated.”

Lothaire nodded and flashed his canines. “Good.”

Then all of us proceeded to walk toward the hearth. I closed the door behind me before the men could step inside, because I wanted alone time with Lothaire and they would hover.

Corvus said something rude on the other side, but since the house didn’t burn down around us, he was just being his dramatic horse girl self.

“So.” Lothaire sat down on the couch and patted the seat next to him. “Tell me all about the war and your ice powers.”

Gingerly, I sat down next to him.

A few hours later, I sleepily rested my head on his shoulder and beamed with pride as I explained how I’d killed hundreds easily.

I told him how I’d thought of him when I was trapped in the room with the infected.

“That’s my girl,” he whispered.

When he stood up with a yawn and said it was time to go, he promised he’d be back to visit me.

“It’s great talking to you—I’m so proud of you, daughter,” he whispered as he enveloped me in a hug.

I patted his back and said, “Thanks, Father.”

When he released me, there was a suspicious sheen of moisture on his cheek, and he wiped at his face.

“I’ll be back,” he repeated as he said his goodbyes to the men and RJE’d away.

I stared at the place he’d disappeared from and wondered when I’d become so softhearted. My chest hummed with warmth, and my determination to never forgive him seemed silly.

Our relationship wasn’t perfect, and I had a strong feeling it never would be, but there was relief in not having conflict between us.

There was peace in not holding on to hate.

I felt lighter as I thought about how my father had beamed at me with pride.

Life was weird.

That night after he left, while the rest of the men climbed into the kings’ extra-wide bed, Scorpius pulled me into the bathroom.