acknowledge that she’s yours,” Hunter answered, looking exasperated.
Talia felt Drew’s body slowly relax beside her as she asked shakily, “You remember me?” At that moment, Pumpkin came into the living room and leaped up onto Talia’s lap, as if sensing that her presence was needed to defuse the moment. Talia petted her cat with a shaky hand. “I can’t believe you’re Drew’s brother.”
“I remember all of my rescues,” Hunter rumbled. “And he is my brother.”
“And mine,” another voice echoed as Zachary Winston appeared in the room, only feet away from the couch. He approached slowly and held his hand out to Talia. “Zach Winston,” he introduced himself. “The third Winston brother.”
Zach’s smile was calm and polite, a welcome change from Hunter’s brittle, mocking smirk. Talia shook his hand briefly, and Zach moved back to sit in a recliner next to Hunter.
Talia gaped at the two brothers and then turned back to Drew. “Winston? Like in the billionaire Winston brothers?” She might be isolated, but she’d have to be living under a rock not to have heard of the Winston brothers. They were assumed to be excessively reclusive, and were never photographed. Now she knew why. Obviously they didn’t get around like normal people, and if they didn’t want photos of themselves out there, that problem could be easily resolved.
“Yes.” Drew acknowledged the brothers’ identity. “What the hell are you doing here?” Drew asked both his brothers impatiently.
Zach answered patiently, “We had plans, Drew. We all agreed to meet here at seven o’clock so we could try out that new Mexican restaurant. You know…food…your favorite thing in the world.” He shot Drew a questioning look before adding, “Until today, I guess.”
“I forgot,” Drew answered in an agitated voice.
“I get it. I just left Kristoff’s—he filled me in,” Zach informed Drew.
“Talia’s being pursued by powerful Evils, probably ancients,” Drew told his brothers, running a hand through his hair, frustrated.
“I’ll fucking kill them all,” Hunter growled. “She was my rescue.”
Zach sent a swift warning glance at Hunter before continuing, “For some reason, they’re after her. She’s special, just like Kat.” Zach’s features softened as he mentioned his mate’s name. “They aren’t going to stop looking just because you relocated.”
Drew groaned. “I know. I need to find a place where she’s going to be safe.”
“Being with you is the safest place she can be right now,” Zach answered sympathetically. “If Talia can really sense the Evils like Kristoff said she can, you can move locations if they find you here. She’s special. That’s why they want her. And I doubt they’ll give up easily.”
Talia glanced from one brother to the other before asking, “Special how? I don’t understand.” How was she any different from any other radiant ?
Zach quickly explained how his mate, Kat, was a realm-walker, and he went through the series of events that had occurred after he and Kat had met. Talia listened with fascination, stunned. “So her powers were released when you bound yourself together? Do I have the same dormant power?”
“No.” Drew answered this time. “Your power is probably just as strong, but different. Kristoff, our king, says they’re not the same as Kat’s, but we won’t know exactly what they are until the power is released.”
“I’m already psychic. I see paranormal beings when other people don’t. Is that all part of this dormant power?” She’d always been different. Maybe now she actually knew why.
“Honestly, I don’t know. But Kat isn’t psychic and never was,” Drew responded, his arm tightening around Talia’s waist in silent support. “And you aren’t different. You’re special.”
Talia grimaced, but she secretly adored Drew’s emphatic declaration.
“Can we discuss this while we’re eating? I’m hungry, Irish,” Hunter