Chapter Seventy-Five

Talking in riddles.

Our playtime in the cloak room was not unnoticed by Mav, who had a wide smirk on his face when we walked into the sitting room.

Everyone was here, even Giovanni and Lorrel, and Lance’s cousins.

“Hair is a bit messy Aida.” Mav teased as I cradled both babies in my arms, placing a kiss on their foreheads and inhaling their scents.

“Really?” I try to hide my blushing cheeks. Complete embarrassment washing over me from realising he would have walked past the cloak room when entering the front door.

“Hhmm!” He chuckles as Colette elbows him in the side, giving him a “stop teasing” glare.

“How did it go?” Blake’s asks as Trey sits next to her on the sofa.

“They are definitely hiding something…whatever caused the civil war in the first place.”

“And we will find out. Just let the dust settle first angel.” Lance walks behind the sofa and plants a kiss on my head.

“I need a security debrief, I won’t be long. Tucker is already waiting.” He says as he starts to head to