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stood with us on this, instead of blindly accepting
Thorsten's latest decision.
    "May I suggest," Pheligar went on, "a larger
home? If you find suitable land to purchase, we can have the home built to your
specifications quickly. If you buy enough land, you can build a guesthouse
where Lion and Marlianna will reside. With Thorsten's command, I believe this
could take weeks or even months to conclude. Make sure to build a house with
many bedrooms; Dragon will want to move in with Karzac."
    "Why would I want to do that?" Dragon asked.
    "The Wise Ones approached me. They say Kiarra is carrying
your mate in her womb," Pheligar shrugged.
    * * *
    "Here," Lion said, pointing to several acres that
once were part of a local strawberry farm.
    "That's ideal—nothing close-by except more farmland,"
Dragon agreed. I was busy Looking to see what would be required to build
an English manor-type home with three stories and a larger garage.
    Dragon didn't express it, but hope shone in his eyes for the
first time since I'd known him. Our daughter—Kiarra's and mine—already belonged
to the former Falchani Warlord.
    "I will take your plans and with Dragon and Lion's help,
it will be accomplished swiftly and with little notice," Pheligar said.
Yes, the Larentii was still there. Kiarra had no idea what we were plotting—she'd
gone to bed already, claiming she had a headache. Joey took care of it and
placed her in a healing sleep afterward.
    "Can you expedite the sale? I can pay cash, but we need
paperwork done and building permits filed."
    "I will see to it," Pheligar said. That's one of the
things he did—smoothed the way for us to walk into any situation or onto any
world and fit in easily. Pheligar had a talent for it, actually, and I was
grateful for the cool efficiency of his race.
    "I already have plans drawn up to rebuild the house in
England, but it's owned by the bastard's family now and they won't sell it,
either. I hear they're hoping for a title to go with the land, but that won't
happen. The title died with my brother, after his heirs moved to America. It
won't matter how many royal rings they kiss, they're not going to get a title
out of it."
    "Where are the plans?" Pheligar asked, interrupting
my huff. Pulling the rolled-up plans to me, I placed them in his hand. I'd
made changes for a massive remodel of my ancestral home, hoping one day I'd be
able to make those changes. I had no idea whether that would ever be.
    "I will see this done—in a week," Pheligar said and
disappeared.
    "Fuck me," Lion breathed and shook his head. "I've
never seen that Larentii so determined before."
    "I don't think he's ever disagreed with Thorsten so
actively, before," Dragon observed. "This is his way of making sure
things are taken care of without drawing Thorsten's ire."
    "So he's placing us on Earth for a reason," Lion
slowly nodded.
    "We have to be ready to go at a moment's notice, wherever
spawn crop up," Dragon rose and Pulled his sheathed blades into his
hands. "My friend, we'll be ready. Adam, I hope you have a place for me to
spend the night."
    "I do," I agreed. "We'll just have to move a
cot into Justin's room for Mack."
    * * *
    Justin's Journal
    I don't know where the extra bed came from, but Dad and Uncle
Dragon moved it into my room because Uncle Dragon was spending the night in
Mack's bedroom.
    Mack didn't care—in fact, he was relieved. His twin bed was
shoved against the opposite wall after Dad moved my desk and beanbag aside. We
hadn't slept in the same room since junior high, after I outgrew my twin bed.
    At six-four, I was as tall as my dad and looked a lot like
him, too, except for my hair color. It was a sandy blond and I figured the
lighter shade came from my mom, whose hair is pale blonde.
    "You gonna be okay?" I asked Mack when the older
folks left the room.
    "This is fine," he said, wiggling into a better
spot. Mack looks a lot like his dad, too, with dark hair and eyes. Marilee was
stupid for not seeing past his