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like his beloved mate's disturbed, distant expression. It only ever appeared when Julian thought about his past, something which Roman tried to prevent if he could help it.
But some things could not be wiped away, no matter how much Roman wanted them to. "Did you know him?"
"Yes and no," Julian replied. "He was at my party, the day you and I met. We didn't speak for long—his age disqualified him from actually pursuing a potential relationship with me—but he gave me this strange disquieting look. I didn't get the chance to learn more, because after that, I was distracted by you."
"You think we should look into it?" Roman asked.
"That would definitely be a good idea." Julian squeezed his hand, a shadow flitting over his eyes. "I don't know, Roman, but I have a very bad feeling about this. Start looking. The sooner we find out what's going on, the better."
It was in moments like these that Roman wished Julian didn't feel responsible for every single Bearer in the world. He loved Julian's kindness and determination, but at the end of the day, there was only so much a single man could accomplish without running himself ragged.
Julian almost seemed to guess his thoughts. "Stop worrying about me. I can practically hear you thinking. I promise I'll be careful."
Roman couldn't help it. He brushed a kiss over Julian's sweet lips. "Oh, you mean you won't try to take the world on by yourself?"
Julian scoffed. "Of course not. That's what I have you for." His expression sobered and he leaned into Roman's embrace. "I want others to have what we do, Roman. I want them to be happy. But I'm afraid... I'm afraid of what this will mean for them."
Roman trusted his mate's instincts. He also knew that some battles could only be fought by the people directly involved in them. "I'll start looking at once. But you just have to keep one thing in mind. Frey is a good man. If anything happens, he'll support his mate."
Even as he said the words, Roman hoped they would not have to test Frey's strength. He hoped he and Julian were wrong, and for once, things could actually be easy for a Bearer.
He highly suspected his hopes would be for naught.
Chapter Six
A few days later
"Pretty!"
The first word that greeted Mirian as he entered the Montblanc mansion sounded more like a childish squeal than anything else. As it turned out, that was exactly what it was, because as soon as he heard it, he turned, only to see a small wolf pup barreling toward him.
The pup's paws skidded against the floor, claws scratching the wood. The little animal let out a tiny howl of frustration, and its figure blurred, leaving behind an adorable little girl.
"Pretty!" she said again, once more focusing on Mirian.
Before Mirian even knew what was going on, she had attached herself to his leg and was tugging on his shirt, wordlessly demanding to be held. Mirian shared an amused glance with his mate. He couldn't possibly deny her, especially since the wooden floor was probably unfriendly to her naked feet.
He picked the child up, supporting her on his hip as she wrapped tiny arms around his neck. "And who might you be, little princess?"
"My daughter, Luna," a somewhat familiar voice answered. Mirian looked past Frey and spotted a tall man whose eyes glowed in a way that clearly pointed out he was a shifter. "Hello and welcome. I'm Roman Montblanc."
Mirian hadn't actually spoken to the werewolf, but the memory of Roman's conversations with Frey kept him from being too intimidated. Or maybe it was the decidedly adoring look Roman was giving the child in Mirian's arms. It was a little hard to be wary of someone who openly showed such love.
"Daddy!" Luna chirped out. "Found pretty."
She tugged on one of Mirian's errant curls, making him chuckle. Roman walked to their side, shaking his head at his daughter's antics. "Oh, honey. What did I tell you about being polite to guests?"
In response, Luna shifted in Mirian's arms, turning back into a puppy. Mirian laughed and
But some things could not be wiped away, no matter how much Roman wanted them to. "Did you know him?"
"Yes and no," Julian replied. "He was at my party, the day you and I met. We didn't speak for long—his age disqualified him from actually pursuing a potential relationship with me—but he gave me this strange disquieting look. I didn't get the chance to learn more, because after that, I was distracted by you."
"You think we should look into it?" Roman asked.
"That would definitely be a good idea." Julian squeezed his hand, a shadow flitting over his eyes. "I don't know, Roman, but I have a very bad feeling about this. Start looking. The sooner we find out what's going on, the better."
It was in moments like these that Roman wished Julian didn't feel responsible for every single Bearer in the world. He loved Julian's kindness and determination, but at the end of the day, there was only so much a single man could accomplish without running himself ragged.
Julian almost seemed to guess his thoughts. "Stop worrying about me. I can practically hear you thinking. I promise I'll be careful."
Roman couldn't help it. He brushed a kiss over Julian's sweet lips. "Oh, you mean you won't try to take the world on by yourself?"
Julian scoffed. "Of course not. That's what I have you for." His expression sobered and he leaned into Roman's embrace. "I want others to have what we do, Roman. I want them to be happy. But I'm afraid... I'm afraid of what this will mean for them."
Roman trusted his mate's instincts. He also knew that some battles could only be fought by the people directly involved in them. "I'll start looking at once. But you just have to keep one thing in mind. Frey is a good man. If anything happens, he'll support his mate."
Even as he said the words, Roman hoped they would not have to test Frey's strength. He hoped he and Julian were wrong, and for once, things could actually be easy for a Bearer.
He highly suspected his hopes would be for naught.
Chapter Six
A few days later
"Pretty!"
The first word that greeted Mirian as he entered the Montblanc mansion sounded more like a childish squeal than anything else. As it turned out, that was exactly what it was, because as soon as he heard it, he turned, only to see a small wolf pup barreling toward him.
The pup's paws skidded against the floor, claws scratching the wood. The little animal let out a tiny howl of frustration, and its figure blurred, leaving behind an adorable little girl.
"Pretty!" she said again, once more focusing on Mirian.
Before Mirian even knew what was going on, she had attached herself to his leg and was tugging on his shirt, wordlessly demanding to be held. Mirian shared an amused glance with his mate. He couldn't possibly deny her, especially since the wooden floor was probably unfriendly to her naked feet.
He picked the child up, supporting her on his hip as she wrapped tiny arms around his neck. "And who might you be, little princess?"
"My daughter, Luna," a somewhat familiar voice answered. Mirian looked past Frey and spotted a tall man whose eyes glowed in a way that clearly pointed out he was a shifter. "Hello and welcome. I'm Roman Montblanc."
Mirian hadn't actually spoken to the werewolf, but the memory of Roman's conversations with Frey kept him from being too intimidated. Or maybe it was the decidedly adoring look Roman was giving the child in Mirian's arms. It was a little hard to be wary of someone who openly showed such love.
"Daddy!" Luna chirped out. "Found pretty."
She tugged on one of Mirian's errant curls, making him chuckle. Roman walked to their side, shaking his head at his daughter's antics. "Oh, honey. What did I tell you about being polite to guests?"
In response, Luna shifted in Mirian's arms, turning back into a puppy. Mirian laughed and
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