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kinda cool. He’s worried but not as much as he is excited about it all.”
    “You should have seen Ang when I told her. She geeked out and thought I was being stupid for being scared.”
    “Ang knows?” His nose scrunches as his eyes become lost to the onslaught of thoughts.
    “She has from the day I found out what I was.” He is bound to find out anyway.
    “She never—”
    “She kept the secret to keep you safe; she loves you like her own too.”
    “This is really happening, isn’t it?”
    “Yes, baby, it all is out of our control.”
    “But if Niall hadn’t met grandma and had you—”
    “Stop, son. Don’t go down that path. Niall is a good male who really had no idea. He’s done a lot to try to make up for it in the small amount of time that I have even known, but that all, too, was out of his control. He hates it as much as we do.”
    “Okay,” he peacefully replies.
    “Okay, really? Just like that?” That was a weird and sudden shift in him.
    “For some reason, I feel better now, about it all.” He shrugs his broad shoulders.
    “Promise me one thing, son.” My hesitation grows in the moment as I think what could happen if he turns with that chip on his shoulder, one that may have shrunk through this experience, but continues to exist.
    “What’s that?”
    “Don’t take it out again on these vamps or your brother… or anyone else. If you need to release the anger and work it out another way, talk to me. I might know a thing or two about all that.” I wink at him, trying to lighten the heavy mood and gnawing in the pit of my stomach.
    “Yeah, ya do. My mom—the badass.” He chuckles, finally looking his age again.
    “You ready to go back?”
    “Sure.” He shrugs and takes one last look at the vast darkness spread out before us. Something passes across his face before his youth reclaims it.
    “You really loved us that much from the start?”
    “From the minute I knew I was carrying you two in my belly.”
    “Love you, Mom.”
    “Love you too, son.” Wrapping around him in a tight hug, I transfer us back through the seal and into our bodies.
    With a gasp, and one last surge of energy, our connection is broken. Collapsing backward into Etienne’s waiting arms, Aiden drops his hands to the cool cement and wretches his guts out. Ah, yes, I remember those days. Shaking off the waves of exhaustion threatening to pull me under on the spot, I drop by his side. Ethan kneels by me. I wrap my arm around his waist as the other circles Aiden’s back in an attempt to comfort him. Taking in my sons, my heart reaches out in prayer. If they go through the transition with demons gnawing at them, they are at a large risk for turning dark and going rogue right away.
    “Well, boys, looks like we are done for the night. Erik, can you get the car?”
    “Sure thing.”
    Guess I am going to have to push breakfast with Ang and her family back a tad and let these boys rest a bit first. I need to keep them healthy and full of positivity.

Chapter 4
    “The greatness of a man is not how much wealth he acquires, but in his integrity and his ability to affect those around him positively.” ~Bob Marley
     
    Sasha
     
    Sitting around the dining table has become a bit awkward all of a sudden. Brunch with Ang should be simple, right? Only it’s not. Christian and the girls even showed up, all too curious about the mysterious man I married. Now that they are all here? No one seems comfortable in the slightest, all seated around this spread Molly so lovingly made in her ecstatic state over having new guests. Christian is emanating walking death as he tries to muffle his groans of discomfort and subtle, dry coughs. Elizabeth and Alissa, or Liz and Lysa as we like to call them, keep anxiously fiddling with their napkins as they sneak glances at Etienne and blush. Ang, my dear friend with her sunken eyes and paled skin, seems like she is about to drop face-first into her plate from the stress of everything. And

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