Page 31 of From the Edge

She went to her office after her guests had departed and started the rental agreement. Rowan had the next day off as well, but she would send the agreement to Dante and let him take a look at it. She sent him a text and asked, Dante, do you have time to take a look at a rental agreement I have worked up? I have some folks interested in renting rooms in my house.

There was a moment, and then she got a response. Sure. Send it over, or I can come by and go over it with you.

She looked around at the new quiet and smiled. Sure. Thank you. Sending the address.

She sent the address.

Wait, are you the gated estate on Wymore?

Yes. There’s still pie. I believe Achilles is working on a project for my aunt.

Wait, that’s your family?

Yes.

Okay, we are loading up, and he’s going to finish it there.

She blinked. Okay. We also have ice cream.

Homemade?

Of course.

On our way.

Rowan felt a surge of power at her front gate, and she flared a mirror up and confirmed it was two dark and one light elf in a pickup truck. She authorized their entry and went outside to meet them at the front steps.

They drove up to the house, and the statue in the truck bed made Rowan tear up. She hadn’t seen Aspen’s face in years.

She looked at the elves. “May I move it toward the carriage house?”

Achilles blinked and smiled. “If you can.”

She took some of the sexual energy radiating from the triad and unsnapped the statue before walking it around the main house until she settled it near the carriage house, in an open space.

She looked at it and smiled. “Hello, Aspen.”

Hello. Is it me you’re looking for. I can see it in your eyes; I can see it in your smile.

Achilles settled next to her. “The likeness is there?”

“It is. She’s lovely. Just as I remembered her.”

Dante’s mate walked up. “You are one of the mages?”

“Yes and no. Like another omega, I got power by necessity.”

Dante stared at her. “Rowan? You are an omega?”

Rowan looked at him. “Of course not. That wouldn’t be right at all.”

He grinned slowly. “Well, fuck, right under our noses.”

“Ew.”

Their mate laughed. “I am Keres. I don’t think we’ve met.”

“I am Rowan. Welcome to my territory.”