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Fights were inevitable with four brothers relatively close in age, though bookish Beltran was the least prone to pick one Winter, on the other hand, seeet under Rafe’s skin But then, Rafe loved to talk down to his baby brother, even though there were barely four years between them And Marcus remained the perennial peacekeeper whether he wished to be or not

“This isn’t the time,” Marcus snapped

Rafe’s lips twisted into a lass in a salute “Why not? This could be our last chance”

“Is she asleep?” Marcus questioned He refused to acknowledge Rafe’s co it only moments earlier

The sneer returned when he lowered his drink “Yes, Mother is asleep”

“Tonight’s hunt?” Beltran asked Marcus could al out a bit of parchment upon which to make a note for his scientific journals

“Fine” His tone was a little less harsh when talking to his twin Rafe turned away from Marcus and approached the chair that held his violin and bow Placing his glass on a table, he picked up the instru more care now than when he’d entered the rooh she’s getting faster—there were a couple of times I was hard-pressed to keep up with her”

“Did she draw anyone’s notice?”

Rafe sat in the chair, his fingers sliding over the polished surface of the violin in a gentle caress “Not that I saw Dinner survived, though they ”

“Then the tiht This quiet spell will e,” Marcus said

Rafe snorted “Except we never kno long her quiet spells will last Toht she could wake in another of her black moods”

“You’re also assu that this ork at all,” Winter added

“We need to decide” There was a soft clinking of a chain and a click as Beltran opened his pocket watch to check the time “Aiden should be here any minute now”