Dillon chuckled. “Three thousand years old and it’s only been once or twice. That’s impressive.”
“Most things are when it comes to me.” A low growl rumbled from behind them. Peri turned her head slightly to look at her mate. “Really? You consider that flirting?” She shook her head. “One of these days, wolf, I’m going to just give into my wicked urges and turn you into a nice wall hanging.”
“Do your threats really work on him?” Dillon asked.
“Depends on what you mean by work.”
“Perizada, enough,” Lucian growled as he took a step into the room.
She waved a hand at him. “Fine, I’ll behave. But I did come in here for more than silly bantering.” She nodded towards Dalton. “Are you going to continue to bring the males in here and let him beat his brains in?”
“If it means it will knock
