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had he confessed to her? That he was an immortal, able to shift into a hawk and that he wasn’t from this realm?
    No.
    But he had told Lark of his brothers, as much as he could. He didn’t think adding the fact they could shift into large birds, take flight, and were in a sense immortal would go over without a lot of questions and possibly a trip to the mental ward.
    “Kabril is the oldest, right?” Lark asked, balancing the tray on her hip, her smile still spread across her face. “Then Aeson, with Keonae rounding out the triplets? Then two sets of twins and the end one, Rossi, right?” She moved up close to Keonae and, unable to restrain himself any longer after wanting to make contact with her for a month, he snaked an arm around her waist, his hand settling on her hip, nearly engulfing it. He stilled, expecting her to thrust him away.
    She didn’t.
    She eased closer to him and he rejoiced silently at the victory. It was a huge step forward for them and whatever had been happening between them. It also gave him his first real feel of her. She was too thin. The woman needed to eat more. He liked his females with meat upon their bones. He caressed her hip gently.  
    “Yes,” responded Rossi, his gaze keen as he questioned her knowledge of him with his eyes rather than his mouth. “I’m the youngest.”
    “Your poor mother,” she said to Keonae. “You’re hardly a small guy and Rossi is nearly as big as you. Tell me you were all tiny babies at least or I’m going to feel horrible for her.”  
    Keonae hid his smile. “Actually, we were not that small, considering.”
    “Seriously?”  
    “Yes.”  
    “Oh dear, that poor woman.” Her fingers twirled the ends of his hair in the back. The action felt so natural, as if she’d done that very thing to him hundreds of times before. Yet, this was her first, but he hoped not her last. “I still can’t believe she had that many multiples without the aid of fertility drugs.”  
    “Yeah.” He caressed her hip more, wanting to ease his hand down and over her backside. Hers was a bottom begging to be touched. “It’s certainly something.”  
    “And you,” she said to Lazar. “You’re the friend from out of town who he’s known a few years now?”  
    Out of town? More like a rival kingdom.  
    Lazar offered a suave smile. “I am.”  
    “Congrats on your marriage.”
    Lazar lifted one brow, his gaze finding Keonae. Keonae knew the man wondered how much Lark actually knew about them. “Thank you,” he said to Lark, though he continued to hold Keonae’s gaze.
    “Then you must be the childhood friend,” she said to Sachin. “I enjoy hearing stories about the trouble you’d all get in, even though Keonae is kind of cryptic at times. But still, they’re amusing. It’s nice to meet you all. He talks about you all so much I feel like I kind of know you.” She smiled at Sachin. “You’re the one with the little girls, right?”
    A guarded look moved over Sachin’s face. Keonae knew why. He was protective of his family. None could blame him. “I am.”
    “They’re adorable. Keon has shown me some pictures of them along with his nephews. I’m not sure what’s in the water in your hometown, but you all sure have a run on twins and more.”
    “Perhaps,” Sachin leveled his silver gaze on her, a knowing smile creeping onto his face, “you will find yourself having a set as well if you and Keonae act on the feelings you appear to have for one another.”  
    Keonae jerked, accidentally whacking his knee on the table leg and bumping Lark. She fell and he caught her, dragging her onto his lap with one hand and steadying her tray of beers with the other. She set them on the table and remained on his lap. There was no masking his body’s reaction to her. She had to feel his erection through his jeans for it was pressed against her ass.
    “P-perhaps,” she said, making his throat go dry.  
    Keonae grabbed a beer and chugged it, ignoring