“T hey are very protective of you,” he remarks once we have landed in a very grandiose entrance hall. All dark-paneled wood and Windsor carpet. Not exactly what I was expecting.

“Yes, they are. To the point of annoying,” I say, looking around.

He chuckles. “You should be happy. You are very lucky to have them.”

“I know. I am. I love them all. This is your home?” I ask in slight disbelief.

“Not what you were expecting?” He snickers as I shake my head. “It is my family’s home,” he adds.

No sooner as he says that, a man and a woman appear in front of us. She is stunning: tall with dark upswept hair and the bright blue eyes of Xane. The man is an older carbon copy of Xane. Must be his parents.

“Xane, darling. How lovely of you to drop by.” She kisses each cheek.

“Mother,” he says and shakes his father's hand. All so formal.

“This is our new Queen,” he says, placing his hand on my back.

I feel terribly self-conscious as they curtsy and bow in front of me, standing here in my very un-Queen-like black mini dress.

Mrs. Draconis is dressed in a long, flowing black gown – picture, Gothic and beautiful – and looks far more fitting then I do. Mr. Draconis looks just like how Xane did when he first appeared. Cape, sword, long boots. It’s a strange sight. I feel like I have been transported back several hundred years. I wonder idly if perhaps I have? Time travel could be a possibility.

“Liv, this is my mother, Xanthe, and my father, Xerxes.”

I shake their hands noting the trend with the ‘X’s’

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” I say.

“It is such an honor to meet you,” Xanthe gushes. “We are thrilled that you have come to our home.”

I smile. Wow, talk about a warm welcome.

“Have you joined together yet?” she asks Xane eagerly.

He rolls his eyes at her. “No, Mother. We only just got here.”

I raise my eyebrows at the ‘joined together’ remark. What exactly does that mean?

“Well, be sure you do. It is important,” she says sternly, and he nods grimly.

It’s quite amusing, actually, to see the badass Demon being told off by his mom.

“Why don’t we leave you two alone,” Xerxes says. “You probably have questions,” he says, his piercing blue eyes on mine.

“I do. I’m trying to play catch-up and I fear I don’t know much about your history. My mother threw me in at the deep end I’m afraid.”

Xanthe giggles. “Yes, Tiamat likes to leave others to sort themselves out. She believes it is the making of oneself.”

Sounds about right.

“Well, I hope that I do her proud.”

“I am sure you will, my dear. Xane will be delighted to fill you in on our history and perhaps you two can get to know each other better as well.” She smiles at me. “I’m so glad that you are here.” She embraces me and I hug her back.

Xerxes inclines his head and off they go again.

“Wow, they’re nice,” I say with a smile.

“To you, maybe,” he grouses, and I laugh at him.

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