If vampires had kings, Lucien would be theirs. He was more than an epic warrior, stronger than the lot. He had added abilities, some of which other vampires had, none of which they had with the strength and control Lucien did. He could read and control minds. He could also mark humans or immortals which meant he could manipulate their heart rates and anticipate their actions.
If Leah even had a hint of these abilities, including fighting mesmerization, if developed, they could be powerful.
This was all f**king excellent news.
“It seems the fates have provided weapons for the vulnerable,” Callum noted softly, realizing finally and with a sense of relief, why his Sonia was gifted.
“Indeed,” Lucien replied just as softly.
“We girlie girls might be able to help you big strong boys kick ass,” Leah declared proudly and both Lucien and Callum grinned at her.
And after Lucien grinned at her, he turned her face to his for a brief kiss which left Leah with that fond, intimate look when he was done.
Then he looked back to Callum. “I wanted to speak of this without Sonia because Gregor suggested you hadn’t told her about immortals and you didn’t know about The Prophesies.”
“This first is true,” Callum disclosed.
“She thinks you’re human?” Leah breathed in horror and Callum looked at her.
“No.”
Leah let out a sigh of relief and said, “She knows you’re a werewolf.”
“No,” Callum repeated, this time curtly.
Leah’s brows drew together and she looked toward the door before she turned back to Callum and asked, “How long have you been together?”
“Six weeks.”
Leah’s eyes got wide and she mumbled, “Uh-oh.”
Bloody hell.
There it was, just as he suspected. A female human’s reaction indicating his protection would be considered a deceit.
“She’s not like you, Leah. She’s not grown up knowing her place in his culture,” Lucien told his bride. “If I was in his position and I understood what was at stake with my mate, I would do the exact same thing.”
Callum felt slightly better.
“Then you’d be in serious trouble too,” Leah stated firmly.
Callum stifled a growl.
Lucien looked at Callum and said with the experience of an immortal male who lived with a female human, “It’ll be fine, Callum.”
Leah looked at Callum and said with the experience that simply was female human, “It will be but only after she makes you put your tail between your legs erm… no offense intended.”
“Perhaps we can stop talking about this,” Callum suggested in a way that stated clearly the wording was a courtesy, the words were a command.
Leah bit her lip.
Lucien’s mouth twitched.
Callum stifled another growl.
“Your housekeeper’s coming,” Lucien finally noted and Callum would have kissed Mara for her timing if he didn’t know Drogan would challenge him for doing so.
“Coffee!” Leah declared delightedly. Lucien chuckled and Callum smelled that Callista had, as usual, made him a gracious host because there was far more than coffee heading their way.