Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Gypsy glanced over her shoulder and her eyes widened when she saw a big dark haired man step past her. He kneeled down with so much grace Gypsy had to wonder if he was some kind of dancer.

Syn leaned down over Ren to look him over then frowned. “Angelica, I believe a call to Storm will be mandatory… we may need him to teleport Ren back to the castle.”

‘The castle?’ Gypsy mouthed the words and made a face at the one she’d just dubbed the king. She looked back toward the door seeing a beautiful woman standing there haloed from the lamppost outside. ‘And that would be the queen of the castle,’ her inner voice laughed.

Where the hell had all of these people come from? Everyone looked like they’d either just stepped out of a fantasy movie or the latest edition of Drool Mania Magazine.

She glanced back up at Michael’s amethyst hued eyes in disbelief. “That’s your daddy?” Okay… now she knew she was dreaming.

Michael cupped her cheeks so her full focus remained on