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attention back to the conversation around him. A huge ass-eating grin covered his twin’s face. “You look like you might be constipated or…” Kennet glanced around. “…some young thing has finally caught the all mighty Flannery’s attention.”
    Unbelievably, Flannery felt his face heat with embarrassment. Leave it to his twin – the one man he couldn’t hide anything from. The fool had hit a little too close to the truth for Flannery’s comfort. He shifted a bit, glaring at his brother. “Knock it off, you idiot.”
    Kennet’s lips parted as if he realized he’d been correct in source of Flannery’s distraction. “Well, I’ll be damned.” He leaned closer to Flannery. “Who is she?” He gave his best dog-boy expression and put his hands together. “Come on, dude. You can’t keep this from me. I may be mated but I’m not dead…” His muffled whoosh corresponded with his TrueMate’s well-placed elbow to his stomach. It was obvious she wasn’t impressed with his exaggerated begging.
    “Keep it up, Master, and you will be.” The sugary sweetness of Jasmyn’s verbal reply was at odds with the dark glare she gave Kennet . It made the rest of the men chuckle when her hands found her slender hips.
    Kennet had the audacity to wiggle his eyebrows at her, sweep her into his arms, and dip her. The loud smacking sounds he made had Flannery shaking his head.
    He shook his head. “Are you sure you want to be related to him, Bilé ?”
    The god roared with laughter. “Seeing as they already mated, I don’t have much of a choice.” He wiped at his eyes. “Now, you on the other hand, I would like to add…are you sure I can’t adopt you?”
    Flannery snorted. “Not likely. I already have one self-appointed prick for a father, I don’t need another.” A huge, warm hand landed on his shoulder. “It’s nice to know what you really think about me, Son.”
    “Like he’s lying, Cami . You can’t fault the boy for being honest– you can be a total prick when it comes to getting your way.” Cayleigh stepped around his dad to reach up and brush her lips across Flannery’s cheek. “Can I run away with you, Flan, if your father gets to be too much?” The barely suppressed laughter as she peeked at his dad out of the corner of her eye begged him to play along with her.
    “Sure, Auntie. I’ll protect you from the big, bad God of War.”
    The shocked look on his dad’s face was too much. Laughter rumbled in his chest until it became a full-fledged guffaw. Once he started, he found he couldn’t stop. With loons like this for family, who needs a mate? I have all the chaos I need at the moment without adding a mate to the mix. He tried to push his reaction to Bilé’s god-daughter out of his mind.
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    The sound of hearty laughter from her right made Braelyn crane her neck to see up on the dais. A sudden sharp pain from the toes on her left foot dragged her attention back to her dance partner. She’d just finished her meal when the man had approached her and asked for a dance. Deciding she’d needed the exercise after her filling meal, she now wished she hadn’t. His hold on her was too tight; he kept trying to look down her gown while he continued to trounce on her toes. Graceful, he is not. She’d seen more agile buffalo than the idiot trying to lead her around the room in a simple waltz.
    “If you don’t mind, sir, I walk on the bottom of my feet; I don’t need you to walk on the top of them.” Her taunt was tart, but after the third time he’d stomped on her poor toes she didn’t care. Oh, why did I accept his invitation to dance? The fool can't even dance.
    She sobered as she caught a glimpse of the golden god who’d ordered her to eat before stomping off. He had his head tipped down to hear the demoness who had one hand wrapped around his arm possessively . Strangely enough, it bothered her. She wanted to be the one he laughed with.
    “Do I look like I care about your toes,