Chapter Seventeen

Kayos

By the timethey got to Quinn’s house, Kyllian was beat.Emotionally and physically.If he weren’t a shifter, he would have needed to pull over for a nap, but he pushed through, knowing it was what Nikita wanted.Trenton was waiting on the steps, and as soon as Quinn was out of the car, he jogged down to meet her, grabbing her in a fierce hug.He turned her so he could keep one arm around her, and he opened the other one to Nikita.

“Come here and let me hug you,” Trenton said.Nikita didn’t hesitate.She ran into his embrace, trusting he was as awesome as Quinn said.Kyllian’s eyes may have misted a little, but as Sutton always said, there was no shame in a man showing emotion, especially when they were tears of joy.Trenton released Quinn and focused on his granddaughter.“I’m so glad you’re here,” he whispered against her hair, and Nikita nodded against his chest.Kyllian took advantage and snagged Quinn around the waist from behind so he could both hold her and watch their girl get loved on.Quinn settled her hands on top of his, and the two of them enjoyed the moment.

“Okay, breakfast or sleep?”Trenton asked.

“Food.So much food,” Nikita begged, and Trenton laughed.“Although Kayos probably needs sleep first.He didn’t get to nap like Mom and I did.”

Trenton’s eyes widened.It was his first time hearing Nikita claim Quinn as her mother.“Let’s head inside, and I’ll start on breakfast.I can do eggs and bacon, pancakes, biscuits, whatever you want.”

“Yes, please.All the above.I’m a growing girl, and—” Nikita’s stomach rumbled.Grinning sheepishly, she pointed at her tummy.“See?Starving.”

Trenton wrapped his arm around Nikita’s shoulder, leading her inside.“Did they not feed you?”He glanced over his shoulder in a mock scowl.“If this is how you take care of my girl, I’m going to keep her.”Nikita beamed at her grandfather.

“Oh, they fed me, but it’s been hours since dinner.”Once inside the house, Nikita took in her surroundings.“I have a question,” she asked as they continued on into the kitchen.Kyllian and Quinn followed, halting at the entrance.Nikita hopped up on a stool at the island as Trenton went to the fridge.“What should I call you?Kyllian’s dad is Pops, so I was thinking maybe Grandpa, but you’re too young for that.”Trenton froze with the door open, and he took a few seconds to not so surreptitiously wipe his eyes.When he turned, the love shining through was thick enough to wrap itself around all of them.Nikita had no idea the gift she was giving the man.She propped her chin on her hand, studying him.“I could call you Shooter, but that might get us some funny looks.”

“Shooter?”Trenton frowned, looking to Quinn and Kyllian for help.

“Yeah, because you sniped that bas— that mean uncle who held Mom captive at the cliffs.”

“You told her about that?”Trenton asked.

“They tell me everything,” Nikita piped in, waving a hand in the air.“I’ve had enough lies to last a lifetime, and Mom and Kayos promised to never lie to me.Anyway, not Shooter.Hmm.How about Papa T?Unless you prefer Grandpa.”

Trenton crossed the few feet and reached across the island, gripping Nikita’s hand.“Papa T?I like it because you’re right.I’m too young to be called Grandpa.Now, what would you like to drink?”

Nikita slid off the stool and rounded the counter.“How about I help you with breakfast while those two” — Nikita waved her hand in Kyllian and Quinn’s direction — “need sleep.”She looked at them and said, “Go on, shoo.I need alone time with Papa T,” and gave them a wink.Cheeky girl.

“What if I’m hungry?”Kyllian pouted.

Nikita fisted her hips.“Are you?”

“As a matter of fact, I am.And I heard the word biscuits.So if you don’t know how to make those, you should let Papa T teach you.”

“I see how it is.Gonna use me for slave labor.It’s a good thing you’re cute.”

“Cute?Cute?” Kyllian huffed and crossed his arms over his chest.“I amnotcute.”He nudged Quinn.“Tell her.”

Quinn laughed, shaking her head.“You are kinda cute in a tatted, badass way.”

Kyllian’s phone rang.When he saw who was on the other end, he answered it, putting it on speaker.“Mom, please tell my mate and daughter I am not cute.”Rory didn’t respond, so Kyllian checked to make sure the call hadn’t dropped.“Mom?”

After clearing her throat, Rory answered, “I have to agree with your girls.You are being cute.”

“Zeus, not you too?”

Rory laughed.“I just called to check in.Make sure you made it to Trenton’s safely.”

“Yes, ma’am.We got here about fifteen minutes ago.”

“Excellent.Your pop and I will hit the road after we stop by your house.Anything else you need?”

“No, thank you.We’ll see you in a bit.”Kyllian punched the off button and pocketed his phone.

“Your parents are coming?”Nikita asked, her face lit like it was Christmas morning.

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