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Arthur looked at me for a long moment before he nodded. “I know. You are an amazing father. I know William is completely safe with you. I will let you know how things are once I find my brother.”

I grinned. Arthur kissed me again and then turned and left. I sighed as I looked down at our son. He had almost finished his milk and had slowed considerably. I sat in the chair Arthur had been in just moments ago and closed my eyes. My life was incredible, and I was thankful for that each and every day.

Chapter 9

Arthur

George wasn’t difficult to find. He was in the main inn’s kitchen having breakfast with the others. When I entered the kitchen, George saw me and smiled.

“There he is.” George stood, but the smile quickly fell from his face as he leaned to the side to look behind me. “Where are Patrick and the baby?”

“They’re at home. I wanted to talk to you about last night.”

Immediately, George’s demeanor changed. “Sure.” He leaned down to pat Dad on his shoulder before he moved away from the table. Our fathers both started to stand, but I shook my head. I wanted to talk to George alone. I had questions and wanted answers.

We left the kitchen, the feeling of all eyes on us, but at the moment, I wasn’t concerned about them. George started toward my place, but I directed him to the brook by placing my arm in front of him while walking that way.

“We’re not going to see Patrick?”

“No. I want to talk to you.”

George stopped and stared at me intently for a moment before he nodded and started toward the brook. “What would you like to discuss?”

“Many things, but my first question is how did your travels go? Meet anyone interesting?”

“That’s two questions,” George said but then grinned. “My travels went well. I met lots of interesting people, but sadly, my travels weren’t nearly as positive as yours. I’m honestly a bit surprised that your One is Patrick. He’s quite a bit younger than you are.”

I narrowed my eyes at George. “If you recall, Dad is quite a bit younger than Father.”

“Yes, Father is older, but do we really know how old he is?”

“No. But we have an estimate, and he is several centuries older than Dad.” Patrick and I didn’t mind our age difference. It was something we did discuss in the beginning, right after we’d claimed each other. There were some odd feelings because I had known Patrick when he was a teenager. But I didn’t watch him grow up. His family had only been with the coven for around five or six years before they left. He was always polite and eager to learn back then, and yes, even I could admit that there was a certain something about him, but I wouldn’t ever have been inappropriate with him.

“And you have a baby already. Little William. Dad said he’s just the sweetest. That’s just…I’m so happy for you, brother.”

I couldn’t help but grin at the thought of my son. “Yes, I do. Patrick’s pregnancy wasn’t without some issues, but overall, he did very well.”

“Issues?”

“Just the typical sickness in the beginning. He did amazing during the delivery and has recovered immensely fast.”

George smiled at me again. “I truly am happy for you, brother. I would love nothing more than to find my own One. I have no preference; I simply want a family of my own.”

“It’ll happen. I do have a question though. Were you in the mead or something last evening? You just came barging into myquarters, and I know you had to have sensed that there was more than one aura in there.”

George lowered his head. “I didn’t even think to look. That is completely on me, and I do apologize. I never would have just entered your place if I’d looked and seen more than one aura. I will also apologize to Patrick.”

I nodded. We’d made it to the brook, and I stopped almost exactly where I was that fateful night.

“What’s amiss? You seem…unsure.”

I looked at George. “Not in the least. I was simply thinking about the night I had returned from my travels. I’d been to Spain, but nothing. I returned, and something pulled me here before I went to my cottage. Not that I think it would have stopped her anyway.”

“Her?”

I looked at George. “Did they not tell you?”

George shook his head. “What were they supposed to have told me?”